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I am feeling so bummed today. Feels like a case of the decembers. Maybe if I wasn’t poor I wouldn’t have to spend four hours tomorrow waiting in the poor people’s clinic, and maybe things would be a little better then. YUCK. Normally I like going to the doctors. I don’t have problem with the old magazines, and it’s like I get all this time where I can complain to someone whose job is to listen me. But the situation is all different when you are sitting next to dudes who keep telling horror stories about so and so who broke her nose in the morning and didn’t get treated until midnight. And there aren’t even any magazines!

Also I have been on this like hibernation kick. I just want to sleep until spring. Don’t worry, my friends. I am fine. I am just part bear. Already I am putting on my extra fat for the long winter. Can you pinch an inch?

Well, I’m sorry for being such a debbie downer. I channeled all of my turbulent emotions into my art earlier, and I think it turned out really well. It’s a very passionate piece, I think. I call it, “Really Obese Cat Has a Bad Attitude.”

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