blogsecret: I’m 18, turning 19 in less than a month. I pretend to know what I’m doing with my life, but deep inside, I’m scared and clueless. So, like every other 18-19 year old?
I had a migraine last night. Got home, in utter misery, fed the dog, and went to bed. BTW, Finn is a much better nurse when treating a migraine, than he is at food poisoning. Today, he curled up on the pillow with me, and occasionally licked my forehead. He was quiet, no demands to go outside, or play, and he was even considerate enough to poop on the balcony. I woke up many hours later,...