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And the universe balances again.

Yuki, my pet rat, died today. She lasted a good seven months longer than the vet said she would, though. She's always been a tough little thing, if a little slow on the uptake and a shameless hussy for women. What gets me is, as chibi_trillian put her in a box for keeping until we can bury/cremate her, is that I couldn't cry. Me, who cried when she was diagnosed to begin with, who can bawl over the fates of characters in video games, could not shed one solitary tear. I just felt...numb. Very numb. This was my friend. This was the little black ball of fluff I picked over the dozen in her cage at the pet shop because I felt a connection and just had to have her. And I felt nothing...sad, but in a cold distant way. What the hell is wrong with me?

On the flip side, I got two paychecks today, got to watch godawful pirate hentai with chibi_trillian, and picked up a copy of Post Secret at the bookstore. If you've not seen this book, at least give it a flip through. It's awe inspiring. There was a fantastically violent thunderstorm, and I got to run through it to get to the car...it was amazing, I could feel the energy in the air, and it made me feel incredible.

Happy belated b-day to kiki_kun. Sorry this comes late, but poor Kiyone blue-screen of deathed me, so I've not been online.