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wordinista) wrote2005-03-28 09:28 am
wordinista) wrote2005-03-28 09:28 am
And another mental health update!
Well, I got most of the things that I needed to take care of taken care of. And, wow, that sentence looks wonky.
I still have some grading to work on, and I'd like to get a start on my Renaissance paper, which is due April 7. I'm on spring break from work this week, so things are relatively sane right now, though only by a little bit. The house is still Box City, and I suppose I should work on that today. I have class at 2:00, and I have to leave at 1:00 for it (45 minute drive), and I'm so completely NOT motivated to go. Particularly since I'm fairly certain that I'm not going to continue with this 2nd degree business. It's too tiring, and way too stressful. I can't enjoy any of the things that I LIKE to do -- I only just started working on Ch 51 in earnest. I've practically fallen completely out of touch with fandom, which annoys me a bit. The stories that I like to read have been updated so many times that I'm not sure if I'll have the time to get caught up with them.
And I may soon be undertaking a project that will be extremely rewarding if all goes well -- but extremely time consuming, even if it doesn't. A very small handful of people know what I'm talking about. I'm superstitious that way -- telling too many people makes it feel like I'm going to jinx myself. All I can say is this: all of the bad luck I've experienced over the past few months may have been advance payment for a karmic turnaround. I'll say more when I know more.
And, argh -- we had kitty troubles last night. Bronte started vomiting yesterday -- she threw up about four times total, until her tummy was empty. Now, I promised myself I'd take her to the vet if she had any more incidents overnight, and it doesn't look like she HAS, but I'm still a little worried. Thing is, her nose is cold and wet, so she doesn't have a fever (that holds for dogs -- I believe it holds for cats too), and I don't know if she just ate something that didn't agree with her tummy, or what. But otherwise, she seems fine. She's still playful -- if I throw her ball, she dashes after it and attacks the heck out of it. She seems completely fine, except for the part where I cleaned up kitten chow four times yesterday. But she's my baby, and I'm still worried about her.
*giggle* The girls cornered a spider last night, which was REALLY amusing to watch. I watched from the other side of the room, because -- SPIDER. But still, very cute. They were like, "WTF is THAT?"
Bronte: Touch it, see what happens.
Kisa: No WAY! It's... weird. And small... and why does it have so many--OHMYGODITMOVED!
Bronte: *touches spider with paw* I wonder if we can eat it.
Kisa: 'Cause you haven't puked enough today?
Bronte: Shut up.
Spider: *moves*
Kisa: AHH!
Bronte: *long suffering sigh* Scaredy cat.
Kisa: *glare* That joke never gets old for you, does it?
And Kisa has taken to backing up against this one wall and marking it. *thumps head* Once that financial aid check comes in, we can get them BOTH spayed.
Oh, and I don't know if anyone would remember, but when we first got the girls, there was a running joke that Bronte was a bit brighter than Kisa (correct, as it turns out). But there was a joke that Bronte would someday figure out how to open doors.
That day seems to be fast approaching.
All night, there was this weird, weird sound coming from the hallway. It woke me up a few times, but I paid no mind. It didn't sound like anyone was breaking into the house, and we had a HELL of a storm last night, so I figured it was that. George wakes up this morning, and is like, "WTF is that NOISE?" So I go out to investigate -- in our bedroom, there's... hmm... it's like a little hallway that leads to the door. I flip on the light, and I see this little black paw under the door, trying to pull it open. All night she did this, apparently.
There are, of course, two problems with her technique. (1) The door PUSHES open from the outside. (2) Doorknob.
But, back at the apartment, she had figured out how to open the door to the laundry room by putting her paw under the door and pulling, so she was probably pretty annoyed when it didn't work again. Poor thing. We don't like them in our room at night, because the girls often prefer to play at night, rather than sleep, and neither of us appreciate having small, furry, feline bodies jumping on the bed all "BANZAAIIII!!!!!111" at 3 in the morning to play "attack the blanket-covered lumps."
Ugh. I need a good reason to actually MAKE it to class today. I really, really, REEEEAAAALLLLLY don't feel like going. Bleh. It's rainy, and grey, and... I feel lazy.
I still have some grading to work on, and I'd like to get a start on my Renaissance paper, which is due April 7. I'm on spring break from work this week, so things are relatively sane right now, though only by a little bit. The house is still Box City, and I suppose I should work on that today. I have class at 2:00, and I have to leave at 1:00 for it (45 minute drive), and I'm so completely NOT motivated to go. Particularly since I'm fairly certain that I'm not going to continue with this 2nd degree business. It's too tiring, and way too stressful. I can't enjoy any of the things that I LIKE to do -- I only just started working on Ch 51 in earnest. I've practically fallen completely out of touch with fandom, which annoys me a bit. The stories that I like to read have been updated so many times that I'm not sure if I'll have the time to get caught up with them.
And I may soon be undertaking a project that will be extremely rewarding if all goes well -- but extremely time consuming, even if it doesn't. A very small handful of people know what I'm talking about. I'm superstitious that way -- telling too many people makes it feel like I'm going to jinx myself. All I can say is this: all of the bad luck I've experienced over the past few months may have been advance payment for a karmic turnaround. I'll say more when I know more.
And, argh -- we had kitty troubles last night. Bronte started vomiting yesterday -- she threw up about four times total, until her tummy was empty. Now, I promised myself I'd take her to the vet if she had any more incidents overnight, and it doesn't look like she HAS, but I'm still a little worried. Thing is, her nose is cold and wet, so she doesn't have a fever (that holds for dogs -- I believe it holds for cats too), and I don't know if she just ate something that didn't agree with her tummy, or what. But otherwise, she seems fine. She's still playful -- if I throw her ball, she dashes after it and attacks the heck out of it. She seems completely fine, except for the part where I cleaned up kitten chow four times yesterday. But she's my baby, and I'm still worried about her.
*giggle* The girls cornered a spider last night, which was REALLY amusing to watch. I watched from the other side of the room, because -- SPIDER. But still, very cute. They were like, "WTF is THAT?"
Bronte: Touch it, see what happens.
Kisa: No WAY! It's... weird. And small... and why does it have so many--OHMYGODITMOVED!
Bronte: *touches spider with paw* I wonder if we can eat it.
Kisa: 'Cause you haven't puked enough today?
Bronte: Shut up.
Spider: *moves*
Kisa: AHH!
Bronte: *long suffering sigh* Scaredy cat.
Kisa: *glare* That joke never gets old for you, does it?
And Kisa has taken to backing up against this one wall and marking it. *thumps head* Once that financial aid check comes in, we can get them BOTH spayed.
Oh, and I don't know if anyone would remember, but when we first got the girls, there was a running joke that Bronte was a bit brighter than Kisa (correct, as it turns out). But there was a joke that Bronte would someday figure out how to open doors.
That day seems to be fast approaching.
All night, there was this weird, weird sound coming from the hallway. It woke me up a few times, but I paid no mind. It didn't sound like anyone was breaking into the house, and we had a HELL of a storm last night, so I figured it was that. George wakes up this morning, and is like, "WTF is that NOISE?" So I go out to investigate -- in our bedroom, there's... hmm... it's like a little hallway that leads to the door. I flip on the light, and I see this little black paw under the door, trying to pull it open. All night she did this, apparently.
There are, of course, two problems with her technique. (1) The door PUSHES open from the outside. (2) Doorknob.
But, back at the apartment, she had figured out how to open the door to the laundry room by putting her paw under the door and pulling, so she was probably pretty annoyed when it didn't work again. Poor thing. We don't like them in our room at night, because the girls often prefer to play at night, rather than sleep, and neither of us appreciate having small, furry, feline bodies jumping on the bed all "BANZAAIIII!!!!!111" at 3 in the morning to play "attack the blanket-covered lumps."
Ugh. I need a good reason to actually MAKE it to class today. I really, really, REEEEAAAALLLLLY don't feel like going. Bleh. It's rainy, and grey, and... I feel lazy.
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XD Our brother's old cat did the same thing. He'd keep begging for food, whether he was hungry or not, eat to a certain point, stop, stagger to the corner, puke, and stagger back to his dish for more. They just stopped giving him stuff after a while. Silly bulemic kitties...