Um, yeah. *scratches head* This hasn't been the best of weekends when I really think about it.
Saturday- sick, softball practice, passing out. All in all, not so hot. But I did get to go out with my two best friends (
shatterglass and Jas), which was good. But after that- I came home, nearly passed out on the couch (literally passed out, not just the tired kind). Stayed awake long enough to nearly choke on the four extra-strength Tylenol I had to take, and then I felt all fuzzy and after I signed off of Y!M... I did pass out. Um, that wasn't good.
And- Sunday. We had to put my cat to sleep. I probably shouldn't try and talk about it much, seeing as I'll start absolutely sobbing again, but it can't be helped. Her name was Collage- I'd had her since I was two. She was my baby, my kitty, my Lala. Everyone who knew her thought she was a bitch of a cat, and she was. But, you know, I loved her anyway. She was one of those cats that you could literally carry on a conversation with. And NO, I don't mean I thought she could talk, because d00d. You all know what I mean. She was, I dunno. Pretty much my best friend. You know- one of those things where she was always at home when I was sad, or some such nonsense. I know it sounds kind of silly to get so attached to an animal, but you can't help loving them.
And... it's just bad. My mom was talking to her best friend about it in the car and I sat down and listened to her talk for about a minute and then she said "Hyper thyroid-ism" and I just broke down. *sigh* All in all, not good.
So, uh. Yeah. If I've not been so happy-go-lucky and willing to talk lately- that's why.
Moving on...
I got a call from Zoo, and it was SO GOOD YOU ARE SO CUTE. *loves you and loves Fiona*
AND I got a call from Mish. YOU ARE TOO CUTE.
Oh, and props to Sarah on the job. *nods* Go you.
...now that I've spent a good long while squeeing withhot_jupiters over Boyd Holbrook, I think I'm ready for bed.
Saturday- sick, softball practice, passing out. All in all, not so hot. But I did get to go out with my two best friends (
shatterglass and Jas), which was good. But after that- I came home, nearly passed out on the couch (literally passed out, not just the tired kind). Stayed awake long enough to nearly choke on the four extra-strength Tylenol I had to take, and then I felt all fuzzy and after I signed off of Y!M... I did pass out. Um, that wasn't good.And- Sunday. We had to put my cat to sleep. I probably shouldn't try and talk about it much, seeing as I'll start absolutely sobbing again, but it can't be helped. Her name was Collage- I'd had her since I was two. She was my baby, my kitty, my Lala. Everyone who knew her thought she was a bitch of a cat, and she was. But, you know, I loved her anyway. She was one of those cats that you could literally carry on a conversation with. And NO, I don't mean I thought she could talk, because d00d. You all know what I mean. She was, I dunno. Pretty much my best friend. You know- one of those things where she was always at home when I was sad, or some such nonsense. I know it sounds kind of silly to get so attached to an animal, but you can't help loving them.
And... it's just bad. My mom was talking to her best friend about it in the car and I sat down and listened to her talk for about a minute and then she said "Hyper thyroid-ism" and I just broke down. *sigh* All in all, not good.
So, uh. Yeah. If I've not been so happy-go-lucky and willing to talk lately- that's why.
Moving on...
I got a call from Zoo, and it was SO GOOD YOU ARE SO CUTE. *loves you and loves Fiona*
AND I got a call from Mish. YOU ARE TOO CUTE.
Oh, and props to Sarah on the job. *nods* Go you.
...now that I've spent a good long while squeeing with
hot_jupiters over Boyd Holbrook, I think I'm ready for bed.