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Emergency squad wrote me back today; there's a three month waiting list for volunteers who aren't EMTs. That's fine. I'll deal. Might contact the local animal shelter about volunteering in the meantime, assuming I don't wind up coming home and crying all over my cats.

On a completely different note I have been playing Fable III. Things that do not belong in any room that could be dubbed a pleasure chamber: a Summon Creatures potion and two live chickens. The only way I could accept those is if there were also a trampoline, a vat of oatmeal, and fifty pounds of bubble gum, because then it would clearly belong to Gonzo the Great.