In which there’s a quote. Do you know how to make a match from scratch? Could you grind lenses for your glasses? Do you know how to make guns or bullets? How to refine ore, how to make aluminum? Could you build a battery? Do you know how to wire an electrical circuit? How about […]
In which there’s a quick update. 1. I had two horrible weeks of panic and anxiety, but it seems to be over now. 2. I’ve redecorated the ‘box for Xmas! 3. This is the 9th week of a 10-week quarter. I’m freakin’ out because I think I’m behind in my coursework, my practice test scores […]
In which I tell feminism to take a chill pill. Again. Okay, so there’s this gay guy, okay? And he’s famous and a lot of people really like him because he’s charming and funny and intelligent and gregarious and because he’s Stephen fucking Fry, okay?
In which I voted, so I get to share a few opinions. With liberal amounts of gratuitious cursing! 1. I think the GOP has lost its bloody mind. THE SKY IS NOT FALLING, you stupid chickens. Shut up, for the love of God, you’re giving me a fucking headache. 2. I think the Tea Party […]
In which I want to go see Mother so much it hurts. I thought maybe I wasn’t going to be able to deal with the Creator of a reality that contained within it the death of my beloved pet and companion, and in fact I pretty much only looked at my meditation corner over the […]
In which IS IT YOU? Is it? I got two books from my Amazon Wishlist today, but I don’t know who sent them! Whoever you are, THANK YOU! *smooch* I don’t know if they’re a consolation gift or a late b-day prezzie or what, but I’m very excited about them.
In which I discuss the topic of Bindu’s death. I still can’t go into great detail about the day itself; I’d probably freak out if I tried. Suffice it to say that my brother was a rock, my mom was amazing, my aunt and uncle were great, and my G’ma cried with me. I feel […]
I put Bindu down on Saturday. She was 14. She’s buried at my uncle’s place, just outside of town. I can’t really talk about it right now. I’m pretty much avoiding Twitter, Facebook, email, and my phone UNTIL I CAN FUCKING DEAL. Which I totally can’t just yet. Thank you for your well wishes.
In which I’m writing not because I have any news but to keep from crying, because that’s how I roll. I slept until ten, mostly to avoid being conscious, I think. As soon as I woke I started thinking until I was pretty miserable again. Called the vet. “I was calling to check up on […]
In which I need to vent or cry or complain or get a hug or something. Bindu kept me up much of last night with terrible episodes involving screaming (the vet calls it “vocalizing”) and panting and whimpering and coughing; she’d calm down and almost sleep in between, but every couple of hours it would […]
