Taking Self Pity to a Professional Level
That is the soundtrack of my life. Alas. And I played it tonight, which was a huge mistake, because that set them off again. Last night my daughter and I were walking home and about 2 blocks away we paused - there was a hound howling in the background. "Jesus." I said, "That's Jackson." And so it was. It's amazing that they - or me - haven't been poisoned yet.
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