I'd like it if work could stop being such a dramatic clusterfuck please.

I made the call to put him down a few minutes ago. He just wasn't getting any better and a life on IVs isn't fair to him.

Needle is not doing well at all. Vet is giving him fluids and doing bloodwork to be sure there isn't some simple underlying issue, but realistically, he's a fifteen year old cat and probably not going to be around much longer.
I left work early today because I'm so upset, and the cat isn't even dead yet.

I keep trying to console myself by saying that he's had a really good life and plenty of love and care throughout, but it all just falls apart when I have to confront the fact that I don't want him to be gone.

I just had a dream about going to a showing of Twilght and getting into an argument with the author about why the books aren't good.
In my dream, however, the author wasn't Stephanie Meyer and looked like Fezzini from Princess Bride.

It's 6am on a day I don't have work. Why couldn't I have had this dream on a morning that getting up around this hour isn't stupid?

I reached out and there was nothing to reach back.

I am now enacting a campaign of preemptive rejection.

I spend too much time grumping, so here's a shot at actually appreciating shit:

The house is awesome and the bills are affordable
My husband is working on getting chores done without having to be asked
Swiffer Wetjet mops are freaking cooooool
Jeremy is coming down soon (at least he better be)
We don't have to travel for Thanksgiving as both sets of parents and my Uncle David are coming up
Tomorrow is a holiday
I like my new attorney
Klondike Bars
NWN, it was really amusing loading up my old save, completely forget what I'd been doing then walk right into a Draclich
John Ringo's Posleen Wars books
Friends who loan me cool stuff like the aformentioned Posleen books

Caboose's ear infection has gotten nasty again.
Needle has lost a significant amount of weight.
Work is more hectic than usual as we are in the middle of another wave of staff turnover.
My brakes squeak.
Lawn mower is already borked.
My throat has felt tight and swollen since Sunday.

I hate to be worried, but I'm too damned good at finding things to worry about.

Give me some substance.

My weekend can be summarized as follows:

Finally got my Violet Proto-Drake in WoW. Yes, I know it's just a bunch of ones and zeros, but damnit, it's pretty.

Video card in my computer is acting up again and giving me the same problems that Jeremy fixed a month or two ago. He told me then that it was probably dying, so it's no real suprise even if it is highly inconvenient. I asked him to look up similar cards on the cheap and he found me something slightly better for only $75. I'll keep my eye on it, and when the credit card is back to non-scary levels, I'll be purchasing one.

Speaking of credit cards, money is tight, but we are managing. The unexpected tree limb removal, replacement of tires on one car and replacement of radiator in the other were a bit of a kick in the crotch financially. So if we're not coming out to various things, it's not because we don't love you, we're just in ultra-mega-savings mode (seriously, I'm even bringing my lunch to work!).

Borderlands came out last week and has been devouring the souls of many people. Ken is certainly enjoying the hell out of it. I would be more interested in it if it weren't an FPS. My aim leaves a lot to be desired and I can get disoriented and lose my bearings much more easier with a first person view rather than a third person view. The game is enjoyable enough for me to just watch, though that usually devolves into me snoring on the couch.

We also tried to go to the Greek food festival, but by the time we got there they ran out of gyros. I was sad. Instead we grabbed some Taco Bell and I was admonished by a handicapped-in-some-capacity cashier on my pronunciation of "Nachos Bel Grande." And this was apparently so important to him that he managed to input the rest of my order wrong. I hate people.

I also have the sniffles and sneezies. It is irritating.

Been having a rather interesting discussion with people over on Facebook regarding the appropriateness (or lack thereof) of the honorific "Ms."
A corollary to that discussion was the fact that I kept my last name when we got married.

What do you think?

And I am not looking for people to "defend" my thoughts on the subject. I am genuinely interested and curious about the different viewpoints on this subject and how people's thought processes get there.

Usually I actually do laugh at them, because they're so bad they're funny.

And insincere laughter always irks me, no matter the reason or source.

I never cease to be amazed by those really personable people who appear to genuinely care about and know everything about everyone around them.
I sometimes wonder what it would be like to be like that, to really give a shit about all the random folks I see and deal with daily. Then I remember I'm a paranoid misanthropist and go back to my regularly scheduled activites.

Last night's dreams were quite prolific and bizarre. What I can remember includes:

A Delta airplane sitting perpendicular to the road that goes past the apartment where we used to live - There were also fireworks.
A dead, nearly decapitated male laying on a table next to a female who seemed to be rubbing the dead male's brain on her face

At that point, my dream-self ran away down a hallway that multiple lockable doors. But then remembered that crazy lade had no food.

Also, Elizabeth, any thoughts yet on the lung dream?

Saturday October 17th at 6pm.
Bring your own whatever you want.
Notify other people who need to be aware.
Call me for directions.

Saturday October 17th at 6pm.
Bring your own whatever you want.
Notify other people who need to be aware.
Call me for directions.

House warming party on Saturday October 17, time still to be announced.
Bring your own everything.

Schrodinger's cat has been defeated, and the waveform has collapsed. Hurray!

I'm having a Schrodinger's cat day.

I find myself so afraid of being let down by other people that I have become an obessive control freak who find the idea of relying on anyone for anything distasteful. The only exception to this is Ken, and even with him I have found myself having control issues.

http://www.myspace.com/substancephotography

I don't know if the page loaded wrong for me or what, but that is one of the ugliest things I've seen in a while.