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Author
The author is a paranoid, deranged and cynical misanthrope who records snippets of her life so that she will remember them when she grows old
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Reality
The author somehow got into medical school. Yes, you of the general public, shudder and fear the wrath of an inept doctor.
The Gestapo went to work again today. Cerberus and I went to pick up the alpha male's glasses, as well as mine (fine, laugh).
So I was staring at the guy's pink-ish polo shirt while he was adjusting my glasses. When he was bending the end of the left 'fin' to curve it so that it wouldn't slip off my nose, he broke it. Wahahahaha. Means my glasses won't be here till about next week or so.
Cerberus wasn't too happy that she had to come back to get them again some time though. And she thought I broke it initially. Gee, I'm not that clutzy.
She's been complaining of acute back pains too. Something about her spine... I feel quite sorry for her, honestly. I mean, after all, she's my mum, I stayed in her womb for 10 months, was made from a miniscule part of her, yada yada.
Besides that, the alpha male has taken to picking on me for some *^%&%$ strange, obscure reason that I am apparently unaware of. Maybe I'm just in a sore mood, and he chose the wrong time to nag at me. Oh well.
10:14 PM