Well, mollie died on wednesday and i am still really upset and mad. that dog was a real good friend of mine and it is so
frustrating to know that it was a simple orthopedic problem that did her in. i guess it wasn't so simple in her case.
i am depressed. and i am not a whole lot of fun to live with when i get this way.
it's a beautiful fall wisconsin day so i am going to go for a walk. last time i walked to the tracks but was afraid to walk down
them. this time f**k it. the trains go 25 miles an hour and i can step back if i have to. what a wuss. i am going to be listening
to music which will probably start me crying off and on. i don't even have any desire to pull it together. my DOG DIED, and i am going