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So today Stacy’s and my houses got broken into.  I feel raped, only I can see more of the evidence than physically feel it.

(more on that later)

And so in the process of cleaning up stuff tonight, Simon (dumbass cat #2) knocks over the Christmas tree (again!) and busts up a few more ornaments of both the sentimental and financial value.

I am so tired of being alone sometimes.