At least we got it all out in the open, now.

2014. I had such hopes. Dreams. Wishes. Desires. But no. No. You had to punch me in my metaphorical balls before the first month could end! DAMN YOU, 2014!

My Howlite is back in the vet. Anal prolapse.

[insert long stream of curse words here]

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