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Monday: being killed by mold

Tuesday: being killed by mold

Wednesday: studied for philosophy, Paul canceled dinner because he forgot he had an audiologist appointment and it doesn’t bother me because I’m being killed by mold

Thursday: Took my philosophy midterm, Paul made plans with me for Friday, grocery shopped, and not quite being killed by mold.

Friday: Paul cancels AGAIN but rescheduled for Saturday @ lunch, hung out with Garret and his very cool suitemate, while mostly surviving the mold at this point.

Saturday: Lunch avec Paul, worked out the pathway as much as I could for microbial physiology, Paper Mario 2, Iron Chef, chat with Jason, Sean woke me up at 2am to talk, fell asleep at 3am, mold is only a slight problem.

Sunday:Up at 10.15am, showered, lunch of dried cranberries, in a happy mood although I know I have no reason to be, and probably talk to Sean and have the group meeting for microbial physiology and watch Adult Swim and talk to Sean some more. MOLD IS NO LONGER A PROBLEM.

See, mold likes to inflame any mucus membrane it comes in contact to, whether it be my eyes, nasal passages, gums, or throat. I have spent most of last week in a heavily-sedated state due to Benadryl.

Also, Sneaker went in for spaying and declawing this week. I feel so bad for her– there was no reason she needed to be declawed. My roommates didn’t tell me when it was, either, because they knew I’d try to stop them. Sneaker’s such a smart kitten, too. When I was making lunch yesterday she came over and yowled at me until I bent down to her. She stretched out her paws and yelled while looking at me, then rolled over so I could see her stiches and meowed and pointed. We cuddled for a while yesterday, but I feel so bad that I can’t do much for her.

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