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[ridicully]

My flist is at skip=500, I haven't even mentioned the slasher meetup last weekend, I have to leave my flat in two weeks and do not yet know where I'm going to live.
I have no food, haven't slept much, my muscles hurt - as do my eyes for some reason - and I have a to do list about five miles long.

But I don't care. You know why?
As of today, I can officially say I'm a vet.

Excuse me while I switch between hysterical laughter and panicked whimpering for a while.

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[bekijane.livejournal.com]

Wooot! Congratulations.

(The dogs all just hid behind the sofa...)