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…i missed my old name. Just ‘coz i have to be “Chronorin” over at DeviantArt don’t mean i gotta be it here. Fuck the police.

Good lord, Spring happened overnight. One night it’s chilly, still winter. The next morning, it’s warm, and violets appear from nowhere. I take the pups for a walk and pink dogwood petals rain down upon us. A gang of children is playing in the creek, and people are walking around and the one-legged man and his girlfriend are sitting together on a porch swing and saying good morning to people…

…it’s all pretty horrible. Nah, it’s nice. It’s nice.

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Things have been weird here.

Mary left here and went home on Monday like she always does, and she found her mother dead at home. Finding dead bodies is always a bit traumatic…

…so things are gloomy. But. I mean, it wasn’t unexpected. She was very sick and her mind was pretty much gone, and her family was in that situation where, you know, you can’t wish for someone to die, but the alternative is for them to linger on for a year in a vegetative state costing hundreds of thousands of dollars that no one has.

Neither is a good option, so what do you hope for?

I met her just once.

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I’ve been having weird dreams.

Gross dreams.

Dreams where i’m at work drinking a cup of coffee, and dead beetles float to the surface. Then it turns into a bowl of chili that i’m eating, and it’s infested with living ladybugs, and i vomit, which is just as awful in dreams.

Also, a dream where i’m riding in a car, and white birds are flying by. One of the birds flies in through the window and lands on my lap, and turns into a dog that looks just like Luna, only it’s a boy dog. So i adopt it, and try to walk four dogs at once, which is just as stressful in dreams.

What does it all mean?

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I can’t even remember this week at work. We watched too much Breaking Bad and Rise of the Guardians, which is a cute little movie. Sometimes nice things are nice.

Dahir is doing a little better. But then again, there have been situations where an employee deciedes to clean up their act, starts acting right, turns over a new leaf… and then a month later a memo shows up that says “sorry, you’re fired anyway. Go home.” So you never know.

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I told my brother that if he spent $700 on an iPhone, in a week he’d regret it and wish that he’d spent $200 on a cheap Droid like me. And lo, it comes to pass. He really should just carry a card around in his wallet that says “Always listen to Marc. Do what he says.” It would save him so much trouble.

Okay, weekend now.

Chicken stir fry.

Drawing.

Laundry.

Vet appointment for Cooper and Luna.

Maybe watch that last Naruto movie, oh god, those things are horrible. Why am i doing this.