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I fucked my archives all up. I'll fix them tomorrow. My brain still isn't fixed from the weekend. OH YEAH, duh, ya know how I was complaining about how it felt like my brain was bleeding? As soon as my mom got home from the airport and walked in the house she was like "I smell gas!" and was all freaked out. Then shit started to add up in my head... the worst hangover of my life, everyone being sleepy all weekend, the cat barely eating and puking up bile, the dizziness, blurred vision, migraines... and duh the cat staring at the oven and moewing funny at it (which my cousin said they thought there was a mouse behind the oven cuz Nub's been freaking out in front of the oven for a week). We got someone from the gas company to come out, at 2 fucking AM on a Monday and he got out the sniffer machine and sho nuff, MAD gas leak. Turns out the pilot lights were all blown out. Heather remembers having a fan going in the kitchen while she was cleaning the fridge out last week. I think my mom was going Fight Club or something. Anyway, my extra-weird entries over the weekend can be explained. The computer is like 6 feet from the oven.

Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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