Because Lulu deserves her own post

Click on the piccy for Lulu in her full squirell-chasing, squeaky-toy-chomping glory:

Update and piccies

So I've been about two weeks in residential eating disorder treatment and it is the wee hours of the morning on the day I probably (thanks to my s**t insurance) am getting the boot. To comemmorate this less than auspicious event:

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Me with my fluffy hair:

I met a razor and the razor won:

My beautiful semi-new tattoo:

P.S.: Please add me to your prayers and well wishes not only for my recovery, but so that at least one of the 50 or so resumes I've plastered all over cyberspace will get a hit. Because, to be frank, my job is a huge reason I have this disorder in the first place.