The animals have been particularly close to me lately. For the third time this week he has demanded to come out and be in the living room. Jackson too all up close a lot at night. What does this all mean? Maybe I'm dying! My tooth extractions have unleashed some terrible disease within me and my last days on earth are nearing so the boys want their last few moments with their father. They can sense that shit. Obviously I am fucking off here but something needs to explain it.