I'm stressed out. I went to my 45th reunion Saturday night, with my 35 year old friend (female) who appeared as my girlfriend, and that was fun--seeing the looks we got. But that morning a good friend of mine had died from cancer, and I found out at the reunion that an old friend of mine that had moved away to Schenectady had died of an overdose. My dog was sick all weekend, and when I took him to the vet this morning, I found out he was in advanced kidney failure and is not long for this world. Now I have to decide when it's going to be his time.