i woke up this morning to what i thought was my cats fighting on the end of my bed, it turned out to be my sweet baby Hank Scorpio having a seizure. I had no idea what was going on, i was terrified, half asleep, i kept saying his name trying to snap him out of what i thought might be a violent nightmare, all the while thinking he was dying in my hands and i was completely helpless. My sweet little living teddy bear was dying and all i could do was say his name over and over again. i would be crushed if i lost my little snuggle buddy. i mean Frank Grimes is cool, but he's like too cool. He won't snuggle and hold hands he's kind of a jerk that way. after a little while Hank seemed ok, but he peed the bed so i had to go wash the sheets. poor little guy, i'm worried about him, i wish i could take him to the vet, but if i had money to take my cats to the vet, i'd be going to the dentist to get my teeth holes fixed.

oh also, i got my Holga35 Tim finally, half frame pictures!