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I’ve outlived my thousand pack box of yellow fake sweetener from Costco. Now I can buy a box of whatever the newer version of the sweetener is. Just please don’t make another improved one for a few years until I finish the newest improved one that comes, I believe, in a green packet. I’d like to be current on the latest fake sugar fad for at least a few months.

I don’t want to look but I can’t stop. The pictures are horrifying and yet I am mesmerized. I keep thinking that with each picture the reality will hit. But it all looks so unreal. That can’t be the street I used to walk down. That’s a river. That can’t be the Boardwalk where I stroll. It’s an ocean. I watch TV incessantly, I ransack the Internet looking for I don’t know what… for that something that will finally make it all click. But nothing does. My sister and brother and cousins are safe. I can’t ask for more than

NCIS… NCIS:LA…. my night for imaginary sex.

Today someone took their stuff OUT of my garage instead of moving more stuff in. Are you listening, Bob?

I wake up in the morning surrounded by dogs and stuff. Lots and lots of stuff. Carm must quietly bring every toy to bed after I’ve fallen asleep. Santa is there of course. Kept close so that BuddaBubba doesn’t try to steal him. Then there’s his rawhide chew. And his lip toy. And his chicken toy. And his ball…. OMG! And on top of it all is the fact the Carm only falls asleep when he is finally too exhausted to stay awake and guard his stuff from BB – a BB, may I add, who could not care less