Tonight Eddie and Lulu were chasing the rat around the kitchen when I walked in. I freaked and opened the door, hoping he would leave of his own volition. The pups backed off at the last minute and he ran toward his hole. I ran back in the kitchen and he froze. I had on boots and I stomped. Couldn't believe I could do such a thing. He was still alive so I stomped again and then kicked him three yards and out the door. I was freaked. How do people kill things, much less other people?
Ullrich swears his last words were "Don't take me to Palisades General." You have to live in Northern New Jersey to appreciate that.
I just hope it was "him." If I killed a teenager I would feel really bad.
And then I went to Lucianne's to drink vodka and eat pot roast and brownies. It's ok now.
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