I have internet again!
Yay!
So, Eric just irritated me. I saw that he'd called me, because he paged me his number. So, I called back (of course, I called the wrong fucking phone, which I always seem to do. Why does he have two phones? It's so stupid.)
He called me back and said, "Why didn't you call me? I called you." I said, "I did, I left a message on your phone." He said, "No you didn't." I said, "Well, I probably called your other phone." Then he said, "Where are you?" I said, "I'm at home, why?" He said, "Because I saw a car I though was yours, that's why I called you." I said, "It wasn't me." He said, "O.K., bye."
I'm like, "What? That's it? You don't want to talk to me?" and he said, "I have to go--bye." And I said, "Why the hell do you call me and then hang up?" He said, "I have to go." I said, "Fine." and hung up. I was quite annoyed.
A few minutes later, he calls back. I said, "What do you want?" and he said, "I'm just calling you because you were mad when we hung up." I said, "I wasn't mad, I was irritated because you called me and then wanted to hang up right away. It was stupid." He said, "Oh, you're calling me stupid? Fine, I'll hang up." I said, "You're willfully misunderstanding me. I said IT was stupid that you called me and then just hung up." Then we had a stupid conversation where I asked him what he was doing and he said nothing and I asked him if he was at home and he said no and then I asked him if he was driving and he said no. I told him I had the internet now and some other stuff, but he was being very uncooperative as far as conversing (which is really nothing new so I don't know why I care.)
Daisy is starting to make her "in heat" noises again. I swear, if I have to go through this again I am going to go INSANE. Twice in the past six weeks, she's gone into "heat". But it isn't really heat because she is FIXED. She has never done this before in the ten months I had her, and now she's doing this. I took her to the vet and he said that sometimes part of the ovary is left and it emits the hormone still. But they took a blood test and she should be fine. They know she was fixed, too, because of that test, her scar, and the little tattoo she has that indicates it. The stupid animal shelter gave me the wrong name of the vet who did the original procedure, and when I went back they insisted it was that vet, even though the vet had no record of it. Since they had two other animals (a dog and a cat) with the name Bilbo (her original name--stupid) at that vet from the animal shelter, that was probably why I was given the wrong name. I tried to tell the girl, but she wouldn't listen. Finally, I just didn't care and figured if I had to pay for her to be spayed again, I'd just do it.
But now, apparently, there isn't any surgery to be done and I just have to live with it. The vet just shrugged and said, "Maybe this is just something she does." Gee, thanks! Both times previously was over a week and I got no sleep because she doesn't SHUT UP. And she's normally a quiet kitty. Also, she sticks her ass in the air and in Kabibe's face, which is kind of funny.
I am just not in a good mood right now. I have to wait to get my prescriptions again until, like October. I'm FAT and my reunion is in less than a month.
I'm going upstairs now to exercise. At least I started doing that again this week. I've been trying to eat right, but I've eaten out three times this week.
So, Eric just irritated me. I saw that he'd called me, because he paged me his number. So, I called back (of course, I called the wrong fucking phone, which I always seem to do. Why does he have two phones? It's so stupid.)
He called me back and said, "Why didn't you call me? I called you." I said, "I did, I left a message on your phone." He said, "No you didn't." I said, "Well, I probably called your other phone." Then he said, "Where are you?" I said, "I'm at home, why?" He said, "Because I saw a car I though was yours, that's why I called you." I said, "It wasn't me." He said, "O.K., bye."
I'm like, "What? That's it? You don't want to talk to me?" and he said, "I have to go--bye." And I said, "Why the hell do you call me and then hang up?" He said, "I have to go." I said, "Fine." and hung up. I was quite annoyed.
A few minutes later, he calls back. I said, "What do you want?" and he said, "I'm just calling you because you were mad when we hung up." I said, "I wasn't mad, I was irritated because you called me and then wanted to hang up right away. It was stupid." He said, "Oh, you're calling me stupid? Fine, I'll hang up." I said, "You're willfully misunderstanding me. I said IT was stupid that you called me and then just hung up." Then we had a stupid conversation where I asked him what he was doing and he said nothing and I asked him if he was at home and he said no and then I asked him if he was driving and he said no. I told him I had the internet now and some other stuff, but he was being very uncooperative as far as conversing (which is really nothing new so I don't know why I care.)
Daisy is starting to make her "in heat" noises again. I swear, if I have to go through this again I am going to go INSANE. Twice in the past six weeks, she's gone into "heat". But it isn't really heat because she is FIXED. She has never done this before in the ten months I had her, and now she's doing this. I took her to the vet and he said that sometimes part of the ovary is left and it emits the hormone still. But they took a blood test and she should be fine. They know she was fixed, too, because of that test, her scar, and the little tattoo she has that indicates it. The stupid animal shelter gave me the wrong name of the vet who did the original procedure, and when I went back they insisted it was that vet, even though the vet had no record of it. Since they had two other animals (a dog and a cat) with the name Bilbo (her original name--stupid) at that vet from the animal shelter, that was probably why I was given the wrong name. I tried to tell the girl, but she wouldn't listen. Finally, I just didn't care and figured if I had to pay for her to be spayed again, I'd just do it.
But now, apparently, there isn't any surgery to be done and I just have to live with it. The vet just shrugged and said, "Maybe this is just something she does." Gee, thanks! Both times previously was over a week and I got no sleep because she doesn't SHUT UP. And she's normally a quiet kitty. Also, she sticks her ass in the air and in Kabibe's face, which is kind of funny.
I am just not in a good mood right now. I have to wait to get my prescriptions again until, like October. I'm FAT and my reunion is in less than a month.
I'm going upstairs now to exercise. At least I started doing that again this week. I've been trying to eat right, but I've eaten out three times this week.