*Megan* Dogmatic Falsificationism sounds nifty.
So I've been dreaming of plagues lately. Particularly plague defense strategies (i.e. Most effective way to get entire food stock plus cat plus fish to parents house, which is filled with lots and lots of food stores.) and plague ethics (to kick head or not to kick head). As you can imagine, these are not particularly the most restful of dreams, and I find myself looking around for sick-mask materials and rubber gloves in the daytime.
Besides that, my right eye continues to twitch. It twitches on. I'm debating professional facial massages. Possibly coupled with some sort of knee massage, because last week I was chasing my cat around the apartment and sprang rather impressively into the coffee table, hitting my kneecap directly on the corner and then sort of staggering onto the futon for some very dignified whimpering.
I've also discovered a blood spot on my other leg, which I call a 'blood spot' mostly because I don't know what else to term it and I saw it right after cleaning a likewise mysterious drop of blood off my shoulder (caked blood from an already healed cut?). The one on my leg is internal and possibly a spider bite. I drew a picture of it which I am about to send to Mandy (is that weird?) but in words it's mostly a little puncture wound (which is not red) surrended by a circle of what appears to be blood (which is red) just below the epidermal.
Not bad for a birthday weekend, hmm? Plagues, involuntary facial muscle spasms, mysterious spots of blood, and a purple and gimpy knee. I think this will be a great year.
Besides that, to those of you who haven't already heard, Dominique is probably coming back this weekend. Last I heard the plan was to leave Phoenix tomorrow and then arrive here either Saturday or Sunday, depending on how she wants to break the trip up. She doesn't know this yet, but I plan on making her go with me to the Humane Society on Monday because I'm debating a second cat and cannot seem to make the decision for myself. Mostly the delimma is this:
My cat might eat a new one.
There are auxillary debates also, such as (1)My cat has recently increased in friskiness, and could use a playmate, but (2) she is very territorial and possibly will stalk a new cat rather than play with it. And also (3) the only ever cat I've introduced to her she did, in fact, attempt to consume. Not a good track record, but (4) maybe she just didn't like that cat. Can you see the circles? I already talked to the Humane Society people, and they said they don't normally do cat to cat introductions, but after my confused and repetative 'whys?' they said one of the lady's who works Mondays sometimes does. That would be wear you take an animal into the Humane Society, confine it to a small room with the animal up for adoption, and see who wins. Or, you know, if they can get along.
Still, that's not all that accurate, because meeting a new cat in a strange location is entirely different from having one suddenly set up in your territory. And on top of that, what sort of cat do you pair with a large, long-clawed resident cat? A kitten who will adapt quickly and who may play on maternal instincts in said largely, overly-clawed resident cat, or one nearer her age so it'll have a fighting chance at survival and won't pester her like kittens would? Or an old one who will just lay there?
Ugh. I'm gonna stop talking about this now.
Besides that, my right eye continues to twitch. It twitches on. I'm debating professional facial massages. Possibly coupled with some sort of knee massage, because last week I was chasing my cat around the apartment and sprang rather impressively into the coffee table, hitting my kneecap directly on the corner and then sort of staggering onto the futon for some very dignified whimpering.
I've also discovered a blood spot on my other leg, which I call a 'blood spot' mostly because I don't know what else to term it and I saw it right after cleaning a likewise mysterious drop of blood off my shoulder (caked blood from an already healed cut?). The one on my leg is internal and possibly a spider bite. I drew a picture of it which I am about to send to Mandy (is that weird?) but in words it's mostly a little puncture wound (which is not red) surrended by a circle of what appears to be blood (which is red) just below the epidermal.
Not bad for a birthday weekend, hmm? Plagues, involuntary facial muscle spasms, mysterious spots of blood, and a purple and gimpy knee. I think this will be a great year.
Besides that, to those of you who haven't already heard, Dominique is probably coming back this weekend. Last I heard the plan was to leave Phoenix tomorrow and then arrive here either Saturday or Sunday, depending on how she wants to break the trip up. She doesn't know this yet, but I plan on making her go with me to the Humane Society on Monday because I'm debating a second cat and cannot seem to make the decision for myself. Mostly the delimma is this:
My cat might eat a new one.
There are auxillary debates also, such as (1)My cat has recently increased in friskiness, and could use a playmate, but (2) she is very territorial and possibly will stalk a new cat rather than play with it. And also (3) the only ever cat I've introduced to her she did, in fact, attempt to consume. Not a good track record, but (4) maybe she just didn't like that cat. Can you see the circles? I already talked to the Humane Society people, and they said they don't normally do cat to cat introductions, but after my confused and repetative 'whys?' they said one of the lady's who works Mondays sometimes does. That would be wear you take an animal into the Humane Society, confine it to a small room with the animal up for adoption, and see who wins. Or, you know, if they can get along.
Still, that's not all that accurate, because meeting a new cat in a strange location is entirely different from having one suddenly set up in your territory. And on top of that, what sort of cat do you pair with a large, long-clawed resident cat? A kitten who will adapt quickly and who may play on maternal instincts in said largely, overly-clawed resident cat, or one nearer her age so it'll have a fighting chance at survival and won't pester her like kittens would? Or an old one who will just lay there?
Ugh. I'm gonna stop talking about this now.