1. I stopped writing because someone sort of misinterpreted something and I regretted writing it and regretted this whole diary thing in general and decided I'd had enough. Also, I went back to school and got a life (we'll note that once again diary entries pick up when I'm "home" for the "holidays" due to long hours of excruciating boredom). But that's another matter altogether.

2. My horse contracted West Nile virus in mid-October and pulled through it (completely without my help, as I wrung my hands out in Oregon and other people actively cared for her). She's doing fine now (although very fat and out of shape) but I still have no idea what I'm going to do with her: sell, lease, move... god only knows. Right now selling and leasing are looking like the best options since I don't think I can scrape up the funds to transport her out to Portland (and then pay for her keep once she's there). So anyone looking to lease a lovely soon-to-be seven-year-old QH mare, drop me a line.

3. My beauteous fish Fosheezy died (right around the time Lyric got West Nile... I really felt like a good mother then). May he rest in peace.

4. I passed (I think) another semester of college, got a few odd jobs, made a penny or two, and proceeded to spend it all on Christmas presents for unneedy people. Egh.

Anyway, what originally motivated me to write this entry (motivation is dwindling now that I've spent so much time explaining totally unnecessay trivia) was my disgust with the Christmas season and with my parents and with non-Reed life in general. And especially with myself. As I feel unable to properly articulate this disgust at the present moment, perhaps I'll just try to be funny instead.

I... uh... I can't read or write.

It's true.

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