Time is going by fast, end of semester, planting, painting, alot of work. Its hot in here, 82, I feel ok, Zilla has been sleeping on her bed at the end of my bed and I think she is chasing away the bad dreams. She is a great protector, maybe a bit too good. When Brian smacked my rear today she hopped up as if to say, "What the fuck are you doing
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