we got a second opinion on dizzy. derek sent her test results to our real vet and we got the skinny on what to do. it involves more force feeding and a watchful eye, but i think she's going to be okay. she's still a bit weak and her pallor is not the best, but she's started to come out from underneath the bed more often. i'm just glad we're only having to deal with one cat on this. stuart and bubba are thankfully pigging out and crapping like there's no tomorrow. never thought we'd be so glad to empty the litterbox this much.
i'm not so bummed out today. yes, sunday was shitty and i did eat cheese cheese cheese. the old standbys are the best in the end. cheese on a stick, cheese and avocados, turkey and cheese sammich. yum. there were also lemon cookies and french fries and i forget what else involved, so you'll be happy to know that i didn't just stick with the diet soda. willpower is for pussies.
no, i haven't technically started to look for a job yet. does this make me a horrible slacker? hell with it. i'm still "cleaning the house" and putting things on order. that's what we call hiding out in my house these days. there is good news. my neighbors seem to be actual people. they're even polite and helpful. my faith in humanity becomes rekindled, see? i swear i'll make an effort and get out there very soon. derek can only handle the pleasure of my company for so long.
congrats to tim and mary on the house! it looks like they're real grownups now. there is even a lawnmower thrown in on the deal. we're still just playing. in a way it worries me, but in a way i don't mind. oh, gentle waffle of pensive moments... lend me salvation from this wishy washy state. i cannot grow up and yet cannot care that i won't. just picture a waffle on the top of a fence. that is me. let's make it a picket fence, so it's cuter that way.
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