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Twenty-six

Yesterday was my 34th birthday, and I spent it much like we’ve been spending all of our days in the last five weeks, stumbling around in a sleep-derived haze of who are you? Where am I? What’s my name again? I mean, we’ve sort of…

July 20, 2009

Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder

So we finally found a job for Coco. Turns out she loves to fetch, but she’s a little picky about the object. Tennis balls are fine, but she loses interest pretty quickly. Sticks only hold her attention for a minute or two. But this thing,…