Hateful

Brutus is ill with liver disease. My mother just called with the news. She said they should find out how he responds within a month.

My mouth was so dry and my throat so lumped, I could barely reply to my mother. Why am I in fucking Chicago where I can't even go home when he's ill?

Edit: I've wasted the whole of this day. Since I am in this hateful city, I might as well get the work done I'm supposed to. I hate myself wasting away what I'm supposed to do while my dog is ill