Damn You Chinch! (Shakes fist at ceiling)
Okay, so it is now 5:30AM! and I am writing a post on Sad. Sigh. This is after 4 hours of trying to sleep with a chinchilla going spastic at the other end of the room. I finally calmed him down and moved him OUT of the bedroom, (like the concept had never struck me before), but now I can’t sleep. The SUN is actually coming up outside. It’s maddening. I’ve already e-mailed my boss and my team telling them that I’m coming in at 1:00, because seriously… nobody needs a grumpy zombie with a chinch vendetta. Somehow, I can’t shake the feeling that this is my boyfriend’s fault. If he wasn’t in fucking Africa digging wells for starving children, and teaching them to love God, he could be here taking care of the chinch. What a selfish fucking bastard!
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I hate chinchillas. Sandra had two last year. TWO. They ran and ran and ran all night.