The past 72 hours have been very surreal. Saturday night at the restaurant was very predictable, and I arrived home at around 12 am. Throughout the night I grabbed scrapes of meat that was left uneaten. Since, Molly refuses to eat anything but her dog food I thought it would be a good idea to feed her at least once this week.
bad idea
She ate it so fast that she fell over on her plate in convulsions, choking on the steak. I screamed– but Sam jumped to Molly’s side, stuck his finger in her throat and pulled the meat out. My heart thumbed for about an hour after ward.
Then around 4 am– I woke in the night, startled by something. What I saw happened to be the funniest thing that I have ever seen. But I will never talk about it again– after this point moment.
The next morning, Sam and I decided to go out for some breakfast at the Gateway dinner on Central Ave. As we were walking down the hill I decided to fall to the ground [in slow motion]-, while doing so I managed to skin my knees and rip my jeans. The breakfast isn’t worth mentioning.
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