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I took Snowflake to the vet this morning like I was supposed to. Getting her in that pet taxi was like... well, there's a reason that the phrase "easier than herding cats" exists. It's because they will not be herded. The vet looked at her, and I guess the good news is that there is no sleepytime for Snowflake just yet. We're going to do surgery to remove the tumor and close her back up, my mom just told me. I don't know if that means they're going to take the one on her neck too or just the one on her chest, but either way. She has surgery later this week, which I'm glad of. It's still a little worrying though, because she's not eating or drinking much, and she's very lethargic. I mean, for a cat, even.

Also, my brother totally failed to get up and go to classes today. I'd just like to shake him until his teeth clack together sometimes and just get him with the program, but unfortunately he's an adult. So we just kind of have to wait for him to get himself with the program. Although seriously, I'm this close to calling Dr. Phil on his ass.