A tree fell on my car

[cornerofmadness]

alternative titles: "To quote my mother, 'your brother is a stubborn stupid asshole.'" or "Why is there a hand print of bruises on my right breast?"

so let's deal with this day shall we?

1. Talked to mom and apparently my brother didn't tell them he needed more pain pills (he's done this the last two times too). rolls eyes.

2. Had to catch Soul to take him to the vet. Last night he stopped coming out again and pooped under the futon. I merely flipped the cover up and reached under it and he started howling a cry reserved for abject fear and shit himself in terror when I touched him. I didn't even grab him, I just touched his fur. I had to haul him out. The vet said that there is nothing wrong with him. The lumps are calluses on his legs and a normal variant on his wrist. She said for his sake and my own, Soul has to go. We're going to try to find him a home. This is hard for me. I never had it happened that I had to give a cat I owned to a shelter (I have given two to my parents but that wasn't the same). right now he's by my chair, too terrified to go back under the futon. I'm going to have to separate him from Kanda who now induces terror when he was just a month ago a beloved playmate.

3. Stepped outside and saw the almost ripe tomatoes had been coon-robbed (my landlord trapped FOUR of them last night)

4. Heard something hit the dumpster behind the building today at work, thought huh, I don't see anyone dumping in there and I'm more or less alone in the building. I go outside to go back to the vet and see a TREE HAD HIT MY CAR. WTF universe? Luckily most of it hit the dumpster and the road and the neighboring yard and only the upper branches hit my car and pulverized into saw dust since it was a very dead tree. No dents, no scratches, how lucky. However, I had originally parked the car closer to the dumpster then said screw this it's too hot and backed up closer to the school. if I hadn't my car would be toast.

5. I spoke to my brother who couldn't talk long because of the pain and all kinds of sad and 'i shouldn't have done this.' (is there anyone ever who has a major surgery and doesn't feel this way? I know I did). He then calls me back 2 hours later to apologize for rushing me off. It's like dude, I understand. I only called, not to talk but so you didn't think I didn't care. I get you don't want to talk.

6. In the shower, thinking how did I get dirt on the cleavage side of my right boob? WTF that's a BRUISE! When I get out of the shower, I check the mirror. hmm, it's not just a bruise it's FIVE bruises. It's a freaking someone dug in fingers hand print but I couldn't figure out how or who. Then I went to do my arm exercises and realized lying on my back my hand naturally fell into that position. I must have had a bad dream and squeeze the living shit out of my own breast. Way to go loser.




This is the entrance to the Italian garden which was the smallest and least inspired of Buchart's Gardens

technically this was yesterday's post but we all know that LJ came under attack. AGAIN. some people need to get a life