Date:	2006-09-25 09:40
Subject:	I have news
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Mood:	blank

Psymon is awake, and he has the most beautiful ice blue eyes. He's made it through the worst, his body's giving in, and it'll all get easier from here on in.

Now, the bad news...he's still incredibly weak. He went down to twenty three pounds, but is back up to twenty four now. However, all the strain of vomiting and being so massively underweight has affected him, and I don't know exactly what's wrong, but I know his internal organs are very sore and inflamed. I'm more than a little worried that the parasites are going to establish his current condition as his 'normal', but they haven't begun working yet, so we still have time to work. Bottom line is, he's always going to be tiny, and weak, but he'll be with us.

Gare and Joe need to be alone with him right now, so no one's going over. They look terrible, still...I think Gare needs to sleep for a week...and Joe looks like a giraffe or something, the hives are taking over his body. They both need to be home so badly...all three of them do.

Date:	2006-05-03 11:26
Subject:	I am slowly going crazy...1,2,3,4,5,6, switch...
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Mood:	bored

I have an idea. Since all we've been doing lately to look after Psy is watching him sleep in that nest he made, why don't we just set up a baby monitor or a camera or something? This rocking chair is killing my back!

And does anyone know how to change an IV bag? I'm clueless and he's almost out, here.

Date:	2006-04-13 21:30
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Mood:	annoyed

My brother can't take a joke.

Date:	2006-04-11 12:07
Subject:	Queen of the I Hate Joe Club
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Mood:	angry

I hate Joe so fucking much I can't even look at him right now. He's such a whiny little bitch. I'm about two seconds away from punching him in the face again.

Yes, we went shopping, the suit has been purchased and it looks good.

First off, I almost had to club him over the head to drag him into a nice suit place, as he thought the warehouses on Orfus Rd. were fine. We got in there and I had him start trying stuff on, and then it started. He said that all suits looked the same and there was no need to try different ones on. I tried to explain about lapels, length, single/double breast, and such, but it's like talking to the motherfucking wall. Then he whined about being measured, then bitched about socks and shoes, and don't even get me started on the amount of crap I had to endure over the dress shirt and tie. He has GOT to be the worst gay man ever, he was going to get that stuff from SEARS as the tuxedo place wanted "too much".

That was the worst three hours of my life. Not only were they terrible, now my day is wrecked because I'm in such a shitty mood, hence the massive thunderstorm.

Gare, run. Seriously. You don't want to marry this guy. He's fucking impossibly retarded and...just...GAH! Don't do it!!!

Date:	2006-03-30 19:48
Subject:	Two more daaays!
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Mood:	artistic

( It's like Christmas, but better )