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My friend Jordan sent me this link. To describe it would ruin it, so just watch it. (It helps if you've seen Kubrick's The Shining.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:21 PM | shower me with attention

He is home at last! Back to his old self, asking for belly rubs and being a Stinka. He's a bit lighter, as are our pocketbooks, but he'll be fine.

Now I can finally go home to Jersey and do some laundry, and see to the turtle.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:45 PM | shower me with attention

Friday, September 30, 2005

Thank god that fucking week is over. Fuckety fucking hell shit piss goddamn helluva fucking fuckety fuck.

But the GOOD NEWS -- Mister Inca von Stinka's blood tests came back okay, he has a temperature so they're keeping him one more night but if all goes well we pick him up tomorrow and take him home!!!

So, at the very end of Week From Hell, the good news came like the cavalry.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:45 PM | shower me with attention

Thursday, September 29, 2005

I should be sleeping now, but there was a great Boing Boing post about a man taking his pet tortoise for a walk.

Isn't Franklin adorable?

Okay, good night then.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:01 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Wow. I read this in the comments of my friend Tilly's Deadjournal:

I'm like, someone random you don't know, but I Love the kids in the hall, so therefore I read tavie's site, so therefore I read your site....

Is this common? Do people read my blog because they like Kids in the Hall?

That's... awesome, if they do. It never occurs to me that people other than my friends (and my MOM -- GO AWAY MOM!!!--) might read this, which is probably dangerous...

How many of you are reading this because you like Kids in the Hall?

(Okay, I know that lurking, by its very definition, entails not replying to that.)

HOLYCRAPLOSTISSTARTING--

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:57 PM | shower me with attention

Someone at work keeps calling me sugarcakes.

It's inappropriate, but I'm more disturbed because it makes me crave carbs.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:53 PM | shower me with attention

Things are looking better for the Stinka. My mom called and got an update. He's much more lively and alert, and Dr Z (his doctor since kittenhood) will check him out tomorrow and if his kidneys are functioning again he can come home on Friday.

Cross your fingers and toes. I feel better but I won't feel right until he's home.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:25 PM | shower me with attention

My friend Matt (I have a LOT of friends named Matt, this one is the one who used to date erin) has a word a day blog!

Holy smokes. I have added him to my list at left and not a moment too soon!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:23 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, September 26, 2005

First, let me correct an error of omission from this previous Sunday, which was my friend D's snurfwurflemurffle-th birthday. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Note my copious use of punctuation to express my regret at having omitted the public declaration on the joyous occasion itself!)

Now, moving on, can I just say, what a fucking day? What a fucking fucked up crazy confusing anxious day?

First of all, my sweet baby is overnight at the hospital while they figure out what's wrong, and since it's the same place to which I took my Rosie, my most beloved of all cats in all history, and from which she did not return home with us, rational or not, my terror that I'll never see him again is very great. Even though there is every likelihood that it's a simple bladder infection, or something routine that can be cured with drugs. Because if it can only be cured with $7000 surgery, and no one I know has $7000 that they can spend on a cat, that is that. And to lose him to lack of money would-- I can't lose him at all, okay, I just can't. It's bad enough I had to leave him with my parents and I think I'll just fucking lose it all if I have to say goodbye to this dearest little white-nosed beastie who snuggles and loves me and filled part of that space that Rosie left.

So that's what I've been trying to push away with work all day, and it worked while work lasted but then work was over.

When work was over, Steph and I did something very surreal and strange and ultimately good but also confusing and I don't really want to get into it, but let's just say that three years is a long time and I believe that friendships can be rebuilt and last forever and that's all I'm going to say about that right now.

To sum, the negative emotions of the day:

fear
anxiety
guilt
terror

The positives:

relief
nostalgia
chocolate cake (I found this low carb recipe that takes three minutes to make and Cheryl calls it my Dopamine Cake)

If you pray, pray for my Stinka. I can't lose another one so soon, I'll just be done, that's it. No more pets forever.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:43 PM | shower me with attention

Sunday, September 25, 2005

After my weekend of moping around ("relaxing"), Cheryl and I went to see Jordan's show at Sin-� tonight. Usually I hate dragging myself outside to go see shows, but this time I was really glad I did. He was the best I've ever seen him. I've always enjoyed his solo acoustic shows but tonight, for the first time, he was backed by a band, and WOW! It was like listening to him for the first time. Damn, that boy is talented, you know, I really can't stand how awesome he is. He played a song I'd never heard before called "Dust Town" that was so funny and catchy and upbeat and yet completely bitter and apolocalyptic at the same time. Perfect.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:24 PM | shower me with attention

Inca is sick. My mom reports he's lethargic, not eating, doesn't come for his morning belly rubs, keeps laying on one spot on the floor in my old room, and she found him there covered in his own urine.

This is very very bad. She told me she's making him an appointment at the vet.

I want to know what's wrong with him and they need to fix it immediately.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:02 PM | shower me with attention

I have fantastic legs.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:08 AM | shower me with attention