October 16th, 2008


So this is the kind of day I'm having

The bad news: Pete's worse, and he's gone back to the vet. Sister Girl left him with me all morning because she couldn't afford to take him, and then he threw up twice on my watch and just lay there curled up and pitiful the whole time, so my mother came home, took one look at him, and said she would pay for it this time. So he's back on an IV. And now I'm left washing towels and cleaning the hallway carpet.

I'm not even going to tell you about the hip dysplasia surgery that Shelby needs that we can't afford. At least it's not life-threatening.

(So no, the True Blood recap isn't finished.)

The good news: I couldn't talk about this before, but someone who works for my stepfather had filed a frivolous discrimination charge against him (I say "frivolous" because she was a problem employee from the start, and then when she got pregnant she finally had something she could claim he was "discriminating" against her for; her accusations included "he slammed a door this one time" and "he emails me once a week to tell me to make my subordinate do her work." O HAY THAT'S YOUR JOB), and they finally had the hearing yesterday after three months of him worrying and stressing about it (him with his heart condition). So--well, he signed a confidentiality agreement, but basically, he won, and she didn't get the five-figure settlement she was trying to shake down the county for. So basically I've spent the last three months worrying that he would somehow lose his job, because it's just been that kind of year, or keel over while waiting for the hearing.

At least that's over, then.

ETA: It was a sock. Pete ate a sock. He's about to have surgery to get the rest of it out.

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Someday I will have a mood other than "tired"

... but today is not that day.

So, just a random update:

Pete came out of surgery fine, although he'll have to stay at the vet for another 48 hours (on an IV, since he's had an emergency sockectomy and can't eat solid food for a while).

I am really tired of this random mystery fatigue bullshit I've had all week.

There will probably be no linkspam tonight, because I am going to finish this recap or die trying.

I had a weird dream about my teeth falling out--it's a recurring dream of mine, and it's apparently fairly common, but in this dream, it was specifically my left canine. The fact that it was a "vampire tooth," as it were, makes me wonder if the dream was about Black Ribbon-writing anxieties. Or anxieties about not writing it, since I'm having to work on other things at the moment. Very possible.

Also, speaking of Slutoween: Nightmare on Elm Street: Sexy Kreuger Costume. Okay, first of all, it's Krueger, thank you, and second of all, NO.

ETA: OH HAY WE NEED A JOURNAL FLASHBACK FOR TODAY. Let's go with... the Empire recaps I did a couple of years back. No, I only did the four. I need to do the other two, and I do have the DVD, so I can... when I have a project or two out of the way. I particularly recommend the third episode (the Gladiator ripoff with Dennis Haysbert) and the fourth one (the orgy that Fiona Shaw walks out on). I really do need to do the other two, though, because the one where Emily Blunt and Candypants have to hole up for the night in an Ancient Roman motel room is pretty funny.

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