Hey, I'm still alive. I think. But then again, as long as I'm not proved dead to myself I'll just assume I'm still alive. Sorta. As alive as you can be if your dog woke you up at 1:30 AM because she didn't like to wear the baby body she had to wear because she would lick her scar open otherwise and AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Lesson learned: Susi can't sleep in my bed for as long as ´her scar isn't all healed up. It's almost all healed up but not yet.
I apologize should this not make any or enough sense, I need some sleep. Good night.