Sick day, after band and anatomy.
Initially I thought I wouldn't be able to handle dissecting a cat. Not because I think it's "gross," but because it's really, really sad. All those dead cats in plastic bags. It's sad, I cried at first.
Perhaps that makes me overly sensitive, I know it. I'm a sentimental girl, I empathize.
When I was little I'd feel horrible when I thought about getting rid of a toy.
Then toy story probably didn't help at all.
Still, I can't push myself to get rid of my teddy bears. So they're in a corner under my bedside table in a basket. One of them was my sister's. I'm allowed to keep that one. "Bunkie." I named my bear Bunkie first but then she wanted to also, because that's what little sisters do. Then I lost him at the mall and got a new one and named him Bunkie II.
Sooo many prints to scan.
Film, you complete me.
Those poor cats! :(
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