Litany of Woes
Obviously I should never have made an optimistic post last time, since the ensuing week has been a litany of woes. On Saturday night/Sunday morning when I was staying over at Grey's, somebody smashed the windows of several cars parked outside, including mine. They didn't get anything from me except the $3 or $4 worth of quarters in my ashtray (one of Grey's roommates lost a $350 set of speakers), but I can't afford to get the window fixed and it has rained all week, so I've become intimately acquainted with tarpaulins. Then my biggest black cat, Deuce, developed a urinary blockage. He's currently in the hospital being drugged to the gills (a cocktail of sedatives, muscle relaxants, and painkillers -- at least he's happy), hydrated, and catheterized, and has already run up a $900 bill. I can't currently afford the cannabis that is my only real source of pain control these days, so I'm scraping by on Tylenol, and not particularly well. All these complaints do have a point, which is PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE look at my eBay auctions that end this evening and bid if you can.
It's not all financial. Binding makes my back pain almost unbearable lately, and even when I do it, it seems that everybody in the world still makes a point of calling me "ma'am." I've been gradually realizing that Chris and I are not only not soul brothers, we're not even friends anymore. He doesn't respond to most of my efforts to stay in touch, and I'm tired of trying. I realize this may be his only choice for the moment and that things may change in the future, but for now, it's about the saddest thing that's ever happened to me.
Sorry so complainy. On the bright side, things continue wonderful with Grey, my garden is looking good (tomatoes coming along; just planted cucumbers), and I'm still loving the Song of Ice and Fire books (holy shit, everything just totally goes nuts in A Storm of Swords, doesn't it?). I'm beginning to wonder if Brienne is trans. That would be kind of cool, as I've recently had a bug up my ass about how trans characters in fantasy, when they exist at all, tend to be SPOOOOOOOOOOKY MYSTERIOUS SHAMANS. You know, because we're so good at crossing boundaries and all. B. is somewhat pitiful, but also powerful as hell and not at all spooooookymysterious.
It's not all financial. Binding makes my back pain almost unbearable lately, and even when I do it, it seems that everybody in the world still makes a point of calling me "ma'am." I've been gradually realizing that Chris and I are not only not soul brothers, we're not even friends anymore. He doesn't respond to most of my efforts to stay in touch, and I'm tired of trying. I realize this may be his only choice for the moment and that things may change in the future, but for now, it's about the saddest thing that's ever happened to me.
Sorry so complainy. On the bright side, things continue wonderful with Grey, my garden is looking good (tomatoes coming along; just planted cucumbers), and I'm still loving the Song of Ice and Fire books (holy shit, everything just totally goes nuts in A Storm of Swords, doesn't it?). I'm beginning to wonder if Brienne is trans. That would be kind of cool, as I've recently had a bug up my ass about how trans characters in fantasy, when they exist at all, tend to be SPOOOOOOOOOOKY MYSTERIOUS SHAMANS. You know, because we're so good at crossing boundaries and all. B. is somewhat pitiful, but also powerful as hell and not at all spooooookymysterious.