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The day after the world went crazy
Nov. 9th, 2016 09:45 amTo add injury to insult (at least for Dymphna), I kicked my turtle last night. Four times.
I might have been depressed at bedtime last night. My bedside light was on, but I stayed up killing demons on WoW for a while. I think that may have tricked Dymphna into thinking morning had come (or something. Her head is the size of a walnut. Her brain is smaller.), because when I got up to use the bathroom a couple of hours later, I kicked her side as I walked past the end of the bed in the dark. Coming back, trying to be careful, I kicked her again. This happened twice more in the night, until finally I got up again, found her by touch, and slid her *under* the bed.
Today Dymphna is walking around slowly and cautiously, as if something large may appear out of nowhere to kick her. Which is kind of how I feel today, too.
I might have been depressed at bedtime last night. My bedside light was on, but I stayed up killing demons on WoW for a while. I think that may have tricked Dymphna into thinking morning had come (or something. Her head is the size of a walnut. Her brain is smaller.), because when I got up to use the bathroom a couple of hours later, I kicked her side as I walked past the end of the bed in the dark. Coming back, trying to be careful, I kicked her again. This happened twice more in the night, until finally I got up again, found her by touch, and slid her *under* the bed.
Today Dymphna is walking around slowly and cautiously, as if something large may appear out of nowhere to kick her. Which is kind of how I feel today, too.
