mister was stuck under the dresser this morning. i can't even imagine how he got there. i should have just waited to see if he could get himself out but i worried he would hurt himself so i slid the dresser a few inches and scratched the floor and r. is going to be so angry and i got so angry i was saying fuck fuck fuck and mister didn't know why i was upset am upset and when he came out he was all happy like i'd come to his rescue but all i could do was fret about the damn scratch and how the hell can i fix that so now mister's just laying in the corner and i have to reassure him though i'm still so upset i feel like the weekend is scratched.