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So. It can't possibly be only three in the afternoon. It's too early to drink at three in the afternoon. It needs to be closer to five.

I really fucking need one, though. Si started yet more shit today. Having Si and Yellar around each other is just not going to work. Yellar pounced on him, slapped him around, and made loud noises on top of his head, but they managed to re-open the scrape to Si's cheek, so his jaw started swelling up.

I took him to the vet. They'll sedate him, shave that side of his face, and give him some anti-inflammatory meds.

My mood's gone straight to hell, though, and it won't be out of the shitter until I have him back with me.

Plus five children, all thirteen and under, have now arrived to complicate the situation further. It'll be a goddamned miracle if I don't kill something.