Last night I heard loud clacking, like the sound of dog nails on hardwood. (THAT sound. All dog owners know it. It was probably my rats in their cage, amplified and thrown into the hallway somehow, I don't know.) My family's golden has been dead since the November before last, but for a second I thought it was him. Of course it wasn't, and I cried into my pillow. This morning I got a bloody nose in my school parking lot, bled into the snow while failing to find a tissue or anything in my backpack, and was therefore late to first period (or fifth, whatever) while waiting for it to stop, unable to go inside. Not as bad as many people, I know, but it made my life worse, so...yeah.