sleepovers and bunnies

So last night I slept over at a good friends house. And there's something about talking about life at two in the morning that you can't really get at any other time of the day.  I'm not sure why, it's almost as if there's a certain part of the brain that only functions at that time of night and it helps you to see the world clearly.  Now its not like we were talking about anything philosophical, it was just typical stuff that girls talk about at sleepovers, crushes and being catty about people that have been bugging us recently.  But, as I get older, and sleepovers get less and less frequent, I start to realize how much i crave them.  Because, besides the fact that everything seems to be a lot clearer so late at night, its also the fact that you get soo tired, that you no longer feel embarrassed to tell the little minute details of things that happen ( usually involving something a crush does).
Well this blog made a lot more sense in my head, but I guess that's because I can admit to myself details of what happened that I can't admit online... or to really anyone else for that matter.  But I don't know, there's a certain feeling that you get in your stomach when you talk about those sorts of things... it's soo appealing. The fact that you hardly ever get any sleep and that comfort really isn't an option has no effect on it.
So, when I got home today and was mulling over everything we talked about last night I lost track of what I was supposed to be doing at the moment. My mom approached my saying that Lizzie (my 2 year old French Lop who is essentially my baby) apparently had something wrong with her eyes besides the fact that she has fur mites.  I freaked out thinking it was weepy eye ( a disease in rabbits that cant be cured and can kill them if its bad enough) and ran back to the rabbit hutch.  I got really scared when I saw her laying on her side when I got up there. She slowly got to her feet but she didn't turn around and say hi to me like she always does.. and something seemed wrong. I got her out of her hutch to see of she would act like she normally does when she hopped around which she did, though seemingly slower. I'm starting to get really scared, I love that rabbit more then ANYTHING in the world, she acts more like a dog then a rabbit, but ever since the time when she prolapsed/ injured her back she seems to slowly be getting worse... I know its going to shorten her life dramatically, but I'm not sure what I would do if I lost her... I don't even want to think about it.
I'm sorry for the awkwardness of this post, I'm really tired, worried, and stressed out about a bunch of stuff right now. I'll try to make more sense of things later.