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Stuff and AGGRAVATED.
Dec. 8th, 2004 08:19 pmI feel like screaming. I'm mildly crampy and I can't be left alone for more than 5 minutes without having to do SOMETHING. It's beginning to really aggravate me. But I know I'm PMSy and grumpy so I know I'm overreacting, but geeze. But I'd just like to be left to my own devices for awhile. I like my me time. My alone time. I love being with TJ, but I also like sleeping and occupying myself with working on stuff sometimes.
Just...argh. I'm ranting and venting and ARGH.
No more pets have died in the last day. Thank god. Streaky seems to be getting worse. He's been having spasms in his hind legs that make him kick them involuntarily at times. It doesn't seem to be hurting him, but I imagine it's annoying. We gave him some oatmeal today and he did...something that me and TJ determined looked like he was trying to vomit. So, vet on Saturday, hopefully.
Now TJ's yelling at me because I couldn't find her Seaman game and I wasn't actively looking for it.
My mom was released from the hospital...today? I think. I was half asleep when she called. She wanted me to come over and help her fill out papers for disability and stuff. And talk about her MRI(??) results. I haven't made it over there yet, but hopefully I will this week sometime.
I haven't felt like doing much of anything lately anyhow.
And here's two Keepie sketches for you all, since I haven't drawn hardly anything since the beginning of the month.
( Sketchies. Whee. )
The fucking Hag needs to be kicked in the head. Instead of asking ME, who is on the computer, she tells TJ that she needs to use the phone. I heard my name mantioned, but I didn't hear everything. Despite the fact that she could, you know, just ask to use the cell phone. Jeezus christ.
Just...argh. I'm ranting and venting and ARGH.
No more pets have died in the last day. Thank god. Streaky seems to be getting worse. He's been having spasms in his hind legs that make him kick them involuntarily at times. It doesn't seem to be hurting him, but I imagine it's annoying. We gave him some oatmeal today and he did...something that me and TJ determined looked like he was trying to vomit. So, vet on Saturday, hopefully.
Now TJ's yelling at me because I couldn't find her Seaman game and I wasn't actively looking for it.
My mom was released from the hospital...today? I think. I was half asleep when she called. She wanted me to come over and help her fill out papers for disability and stuff. And talk about her MRI(??) results. I haven't made it over there yet, but hopefully I will this week sometime.
I haven't felt like doing much of anything lately anyhow.
And here's two Keepie sketches for you all, since I haven't drawn hardly anything since the beginning of the month.
( Sketchies. Whee. )
The fucking Hag needs to be kicked in the head. Instead of asking ME, who is on the computer, she tells TJ that she needs to use the phone. I heard my name mantioned, but I didn't hear everything. Despite the fact that she could, you know, just ask to use the cell phone. Jeezus christ.
