I have felt sick to my stomach for the last few days. I’m not sure what is wrong with me. I thought perhaps I was pregnant, but I went to the hospital and got checked and that wasn’t it.
“It’s because you're not eating and you’re stressed. Go eat a pizza and smoke a joint. Maybe in the other order to be more efficient. Don’t want you getting sick from being too full,” Ruth nags me.
“What would you know about m*******a? I have never done that in my life,” I internally rolled my eyes at my wolf.
“I just know,” she chortles.
Eva is currently making Corey’s stuffed wolf give her toy ponies piggy-back rides around my music room. The good thing about giving her a smaller wolf is that it’s easier for her to carry around. Paul’s giant wolf is in our living room and she lays on it when watching
