I have no heat.
The heating contractors are cussing at each other in the rain.
The pit bull is barking.
He is much louder than Pepe.
Juliette got me good at the shelter today. Just when I thought I had her cage almost finished while she was out harrassing innocent kittens and I was getting smug: Leap! Scratch! Blood!. I looked down and there was this steady trickle of blood running down my arm. I wonder if my watch is blood resistant.
Tibet appears to have quit. She didn't show again today. Roberta planned on calling her tonight to find out what is going on. Oh, and about that muffin incident when she exploded at Roberta: turns out she did feed the cats a muffin. Roberta tried to explain to her that we have to know what they eat, etc. Anyway, Tibet has not called.
Hop's eye is much better. The stitches are out. He has a scar and he keeps blinking the eye, but it looks like it's healing. Someone put in to adopt him.
Eliot got adopted again already! Yay! This time to a home with no other pets, so maybe it'll take this time.
While I was cleaning Buddy's cage, Toby the little gray kitten in the cage above him shoved a toy mouse through the cage bars and right between my glasses and my right eye. I couldn't stop laughing.
I printed out yesterday's journal entry and showed it to my therapist today. I couldn't figure out how to explain what a web page is let alone why I'm spending so much time on it. I didn't even try to explain Open Pages. Anyway, this whole "not enough" thing is a theme (surprise, surprise) rooted deep in family of origin issues. Meanwhile: I wish all charities I donate to would stop asking for more more more; I wish Andrea would not ask me to spend Thursdays with her since she quitteded dance class (I don't think I can afford to quit going to WA at this point); I wish Elizabeth would shop for her own femme birthday presents for her femme friends; and I really really wish I would figure out where to draw the line and say no without feeling guilty.
I hear someone at the door I think... Nope must be the woman next door slamming the back door. Sometimes that shakes my unit.
I should go pack for North Conway. The "girls" are picking me up at 8:15 AM (earlier than my Bohemian rising time of 9:00AM).