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The stomach puking crud has spread to Tomas, Isadora and I. Christmas festivities are due to begin tomorrow evening and Jack is still sick and has been since Sat. night. It's not looking good. This year can really go and fuck itself. I've lost two grandparents, my mother was diagnosed with stage IV cancer, Tomas's job moved far enough away that its added about $200 in gas a month and we've gone from one illness to another. I want a new year please.