you know, after you’ve had a bad weekend that involved serious head trauma and lumps. a weekend that included thrown hammers, sweaty frustration, and bruises on both arms and both legs. when you’ve had that kind of weekend, well everything can be made all better by a cat that curls up on your kind of cold feet. now i feel bad for telling paco that he was bugging the ever-living shit out of me earlier. but, in all fairness, he was bugging the shit out of me.
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