In the last four months I feel like my skull has been cracked open and some pixar creature was drinking my brain.

There had not been much to write about that had any solid mass to it,
it probably would have been around the lines of

"Baaww! brother is moving"

"Cat's dying :<"

"Cat's Dead ._. "

"Birthday :C"

"SHIIIIIT carrier needs to get a move on but i'm not moving fast enough."

"Mom's birthday WE ARE NOT PREPARED FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCC-"

just alot of Emo :I

To sum it all up, in march, Spike, Boot's sister had a stroke, and stayed like that getting worse and worse for a week, same week my brother moved, and then Spike died the day before my birthday. and for that time I felt like shit. frankly I still do.
but there's absolutely no time to feel sorry for myself. I have to get this carrier moving I have to say goodbye to Junon since their estate manager is fucked-to-what and disapeared and now in extremely less than a month both the Gongaga and Junon sims are poofing.

Too many things happening way too fast,

but at the very least I think i'm keeping busy. or on the way to a short anurism. :D