Poor dixie

I'm writing this with a rat on my lap. she's a sad rat. I fear she may be living her last days. she has a tumor under her belly, near her leg, and she convulses a lot. the fact the she remains on my lap when there is a endless floor of wonders inches away is a testament to her lethargy.

I cut my hair... on sunday...I was supposed be writing a paper, but I got out the scissors instead. Not bad for my own doing.