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Lost is gonna fuck my shit up this season, oh my God. I've been bracing and bracing and bracing for it, because Lost always fucks my shit up and I knew this was gonna be the worst season, but I was totally not prepared for every little thing in the premiere to knock me on my ass. I'm gonna end up having to watch this season through twice - once to be a weepy emotional mess, once to catch everything I missed being a weepy emotional mess.

I stopped drinking coffee a couple days ago while I was waiting for my heartburn medicine to come, so I've been completely lacking energy. Medicine's here today...but I'm restarting my Zoloft, so even with coffee I'll be energy-less probably until Saturday morning. I hate being this tired, it's probably my number three least-favorite feeling.

My dog hates me today :( there's something wrong with one of her eyes, it's all gross and big and bloodshot, so I had to bring her to the vet. While there she got her chronically-infected ears cleaned (her least favorite thing), two shots (no, wait, that's her least favorite thing), and her nails trimmed (her new least favorite thing). And! Our vet isn't sure enough what's wrong with her eye to feel comfortable treating it, so she gets to go the eye doctor tomorrow. IDK if I can handle two days of her pouting at me :(

In his continued race to be my favorite favorite forever, Siska ships Carden/Butcher and Beckett/Chiz.