How can days off suck so bad?
Jun. 4th, 2012 10:14 pmI thought Soul's further regression and getting up way too early was going to be the worst of it but no. I go do laundry only to find out the library (where i go while the washers do their thing) was closed for cataloging. Wouldn't a sign about that have been a good thing last week as warning.
Fair enough, I go around looking at more houses because I'm a glutton for punishment and a couple new ones had popped up. Sadly nothing I wanted as it turns out but in finding a super trailery one in a location I liked, I see one by the realtors I'm using right next door, a nice looking brick one probably circa the 1960's or 70's. I come home to look for it but it's a) over 150K (good luck with that one) b) too new to be on the site c) under contract. Sigh. I'll ask about it.
I get home having to really pee (since the bathroom in the laundromat is spidery and just oh hell no, i'll wet myself first dirty). This isn't good in a diabetic with 40+ year old plumbing. I hustle in thinking about Sheldon's "I am the master of my own bladder." Kanda runs up like I've been gone for 2 days instead of 2 hours. I try to keep him from running between my legs. Just as I thought I've managed it, he darts in and I catch him in the ribs. He goes flying. I fall down on my belly thinking I am no longer the master of my own bladder. Secondly thinking fuck cheap carpet gives such rug burn.
Then mom calls to tell me Rogue (her cat) may have feline leukemia (apparently their vet only draws blood on wed). Dad is very upset. That his little buddy. We knew he was sick. At first we thought maybe he had a bad tooth since he didn't want to eat b ut would eat tuna. I thought maybe he could have a tick-bourne disease since he is an indoor/outdoor cat. He definitely has an infection. They put in an IV since he was dehydrated and gave him antibiotics but dad said yesterday he started getting wobbly on his feet so if he does have FIV he's really far gone. I'll be surprised if he lives the week. He is such a good cat. sigh.
But there IS good news. I took
anat_astarte's title suggestion (THANK YOU) and made a book cover for my camp nano. Okay I made it in paint and in spite of using a 36 font size it was unreadable because Paint is rubbish.
evil_little_dog made it so you can actually see the dumb thing (THANKS!)

Also I finally went back to fairmont Cemetery in Jackson (I got lost there looking for apts 6 years ago and never went back). It's not really a taphophile's dream but there are parts i didn't see. It had the NARROWEST roads ever and you can't really pull off because the sides are too steep and even if you do people still can't get around you. I'm not sure how you're meant to tend graves here. I did get a few cool photos
( fairmont cemetery )
Okay I'm going to sit here and try to write while listening to Madonna (don't judge, it was the first 80's cd to hand. They say you're forever imprinted on the music of your early teens...it helps. It takes me back to a time when i was young and anything was possible).

Fair enough, I go around looking at more houses because I'm a glutton for punishment and a couple new ones had popped up. Sadly nothing I wanted as it turns out but in finding a super trailery one in a location I liked, I see one by the realtors I'm using right next door, a nice looking brick one probably circa the 1960's or 70's. I come home to look for it but it's a) over 150K (good luck with that one) b) too new to be on the site c) under contract. Sigh. I'll ask about it.
I get home having to really pee (since the bathroom in the laundromat is spidery and just oh hell no, i'll wet myself first dirty). This isn't good in a diabetic with 40+ year old plumbing. I hustle in thinking about Sheldon's "I am the master of my own bladder." Kanda runs up like I've been gone for 2 days instead of 2 hours. I try to keep him from running between my legs. Just as I thought I've managed it, he darts in and I catch him in the ribs. He goes flying. I fall down on my belly thinking I am no longer the master of my own bladder. Secondly thinking fuck cheap carpet gives such rug burn.
Then mom calls to tell me Rogue (her cat) may have feline leukemia (apparently their vet only draws blood on wed). Dad is very upset. That his little buddy. We knew he was sick. At first we thought maybe he had a bad tooth since he didn't want to eat b ut would eat tuna. I thought maybe he could have a tick-bourne disease since he is an indoor/outdoor cat. He definitely has an infection. They put in an IV since he was dehydrated and gave him antibiotics but dad said yesterday he started getting wobbly on his feet so if he does have FIV he's really far gone. I'll be surprised if he lives the week. He is such a good cat. sigh.
But there IS good news. I took
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Also I finally went back to fairmont Cemetery in Jackson (I got lost there looking for apts 6 years ago and never went back). It's not really a taphophile's dream but there are parts i didn't see. It had the NARROWEST roads ever and you can't really pull off because the sides are too steep and even if you do people still can't get around you. I'm not sure how you're meant to tend graves here. I did get a few cool photos
( fairmont cemetery )
Okay I'm going to sit here and try to write while listening to Madonna (don't judge, it was the first 80's cd to hand. They say you're forever imprinted on the music of your early teens...it helps. It takes me back to a time when i was young and anything was possible).



