jason and the ungulate

jason and i were working on the same project but his pet cow? llama? was with us. they both got injured but it was worse for the ungulate as it was old. we decided to bring them both to the vet because that way the ungulate would get the best care possible since MD's were not vets. they made a straw bed with a blanket over it for jason in the same room as the ungulate. jason got a cast on his arm and the ungulate got a ringer and blood drawn for tests. pretty soon everybody heard about jason and the ungulate and were lined out the door to visit them at the vet. i had to go back to his house to bring special food back for the ungulate and frustratingly ended up at the end of a long line. also, somehow i got stuck with phil spector again (only this time he was phil spector) and all the old has-been female singers kept stopping us and trying to impress him by singing a few raspy licks from their hay-days. of course phil loved the attention and salaciously listened to them all. it was excruciating. i left phil, went home and got my bike, put the food in the basket and rode to the front of the line. when i got into the room, it was a party atmosphere; jason was laughing and having a great time, people had brought food and gag gifts, the ungulate seemed really sick. i handed the food to the vet and she rolled her eyes at the circus around us. i rode home and kept saying, 'uhg!' to myself.