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just did the kitty siren noise... owwwie... but it was worth it. drives the cats nuts. [grimacing slight grin through the pain]
head and body hurt too much for use of caps.
this aught to tell you the state of my alertness...
i just spent five minutes trying to brush away a stray sun beam from the knee of my sweats because i thought it was dirt. i wish i were joking. i'm not.
this aught to tell you the state of my energy levels...
i'm drinking instant tea heated up because i was just too wiped to bother making a pot of coffee, and realized, instant tea does Not have the same taste as coffee. again, not joking.
i got up.
given the head ache and body pain i'm experiencing right now that's actually quite an accomplishment.
checked on the cat... yup he's dead aright. but unlike others, he was older than dirt (as our cats go anyway) so actually the fact that the old gay lord made it this far is a wonder. welll, i shouldn't say he was Gay per se. he actually swung both ways with his "pendulum" swinging heavily on the male side of the arc. it's just he was gray, preferred males and had this undeniably girly meow... soo he got dubbed the gay lord on a good day (and "the old gay mare" on a bad one.)
no, i guess i'm not as torn up about his passing as i should be. it's hard to get worked up over much of anything anymore. especially when it seemed we lost more cats and such in such a short time. it's sadly (i suppose) gotten to the point of like in the movie 'clue' we just go, 'meh, another one. flip a coin on who gets to sit up with this one?'
i don't know if it's completely to do with so much death happening or having happened, whether i'm just too burnt out to care any more or whether i'm just in that kind of mental state of ague any more that very little touches me one way or another. (i rather think it may well be all the above at this point.)
had a cookie and a granola bar so i could...
i take my pill. hate those things and i question how good they're working. but i know from experience that even one day skipped i'll figure out in a hurry that questionable results are far better than the unquestionable excruciating pain.
soo yes, i have come to the unhappy conclusion that i'm stuck with these for life. i'm going to be thirty-seven this year and all ready i'm on one of those 'take it for life' things. sucks to be me.
let's see what else is rolling around in the fun bag today...
snow's pretty deep, though not "ass deep to a seven foot Indian" as gran used to say. i never did figure out the calculations of just how deep that would be. i figured it was a bit hard to get straightened out given that you would have to know how much leg the big fella had... i mean shorter legs would mean less snow, longer legs would mean more snow, right? i mean seriously, each person leg-to-body proportions is different so yeah... i'm that kind of nerd. i need exact figures, exact variables...
and hey, if you know a seven foot Indian, tell him there's a chick in the frozen north that needs his ass to check snow depths.
heh... There's a new one...
"excuse me sug, you wouldn't happen to be seven feet tall would you?"
"eer... six foot nine, why?"
"close enough. and would you say you had Indian blood at all?"
"uhm... i went to a cleveland game a couple years ago... what's this about?"
"close enough! come with me sweetie, i have to see your ass and decide if the snow reaches it or not."
"Whaaa??! [is dragged off]"
oh and in further news, (as if you couldn't tell) i'm getting just a Skoash horny. yay me.
which leads us merrily (& scarily) down the primrose path to my last dream...
it starred myself (natch) and a guy that looked Sort of like Sam Elliot (only not and beefier, i mean more muscled and just NUM! and the wrong accent) that had a fever.
well, of all the things to bring down fevers, there's one sure fire way i know of to drop that baby quick without putting the poor sicky's body into shock.
a rousing good round of sex. ^_^
works Every Time. (seriously, i'm not completely kidding... ask your mate if he/she would rather take dopey meds, have a cold bath/shower or a really hot-n-heavy session of sex and i bet you dollars to donuts the person will agree with me. but joking aside, physical exertion forces the body to sweat, Thus breaking the fever. and well, cutting wood or running a marathon would do it, i'm Pretty sure it's safe to say sex would work out more to everybody's interests than either of those. ask your doc if you don't believe me.)
and that lead to a lot of bed romping for yours truly because well, the big fella thought highly of my medical knowledge and sought further treatments. ^___6♥
let's hear it for florence nightgail of medical school of pr0n! lol
and then i woke up feeling wonky, cranky, horny and achy.
yay me. >,< ;so have a happy kcufin' day y'all.
i'm off to find some kind of drugs to get rid of these sickers.
no♥,
~(*~
head and body hurt too much for use of caps.
this aught to tell you the state of my alertness...
i just spent five minutes trying to brush away a stray sun beam from the knee of my sweats because i thought it was dirt. i wish i were joking. i'm not.
this aught to tell you the state of my energy levels...
i'm drinking instant tea heated up because i was just too wiped to bother making a pot of coffee, and realized, instant tea does Not have the same taste as coffee. again, not joking.
i got up.
given the head ache and body pain i'm experiencing right now that's actually quite an accomplishment.
checked on the cat... yup he's dead aright. but unlike others, he was older than dirt (as our cats go anyway) so actually the fact that the old gay lord made it this far is a wonder. welll, i shouldn't say he was Gay per se. he actually swung both ways with his "pendulum" swinging heavily on the male side of the arc. it's just he was gray, preferred males and had this undeniably girly meow... soo he got dubbed the gay lord on a good day (and "the old gay mare" on a bad one.)
no, i guess i'm not as torn up about his passing as i should be. it's hard to get worked up over much of anything anymore. especially when it seemed we lost more cats and such in such a short time. it's sadly (i suppose) gotten to the point of like in the movie 'clue' we just go, 'meh, another one. flip a coin on who gets to sit up with this one?'
i don't know if it's completely to do with so much death happening or having happened, whether i'm just too burnt out to care any more or whether i'm just in that kind of mental state of ague any more that very little touches me one way or another. (i rather think it may well be all the above at this point.)
had a cookie and a granola bar so i could...
i take my pill. hate those things and i question how good they're working. but i know from experience that even one day skipped i'll figure out in a hurry that questionable results are far better than the unquestionable excruciating pain.
soo yes, i have come to the unhappy conclusion that i'm stuck with these for life. i'm going to be thirty-seven this year and all ready i'm on one of those 'take it for life' things. sucks to be me.
let's see what else is rolling around in the fun bag today...
snow's pretty deep, though not "ass deep to a seven foot Indian" as gran used to say. i never did figure out the calculations of just how deep that would be. i figured it was a bit hard to get straightened out given that you would have to know how much leg the big fella had... i mean shorter legs would mean less snow, longer legs would mean more snow, right? i mean seriously, each person leg-to-body proportions is different so yeah... i'm that kind of nerd. i need exact figures, exact variables...
and hey, if you know a seven foot Indian, tell him there's a chick in the frozen north that needs his ass to check snow depths.
heh... There's a new one...
"excuse me sug, you wouldn't happen to be seven feet tall would you?"
"eer... six foot nine, why?"
"close enough. and would you say you had Indian blood at all?"
"uhm... i went to a cleveland game a couple years ago... what's this about?"
"close enough! come with me sweetie, i have to see your ass and decide if the snow reaches it or not."
"Whaaa??! [is dragged off]"
oh and in further news, (as if you couldn't tell) i'm getting just a Skoash horny. yay me.
which leads us merrily (& scarily) down the primrose path to my last dream...
it starred myself (natch) and a guy that looked Sort of like Sam Elliot (only not and beefier, i mean more muscled and just NUM! and the wrong accent) that had a fever.
well, of all the things to bring down fevers, there's one sure fire way i know of to drop that baby quick without putting the poor sicky's body into shock.
a rousing good round of sex. ^_^
works Every Time. (seriously, i'm not completely kidding... ask your mate if he/she would rather take dopey meds, have a cold bath/shower or a really hot-n-heavy session of sex and i bet you dollars to donuts the person will agree with me. but joking aside, physical exertion forces the body to sweat, Thus breaking the fever. and well, cutting wood or running a marathon would do it, i'm Pretty sure it's safe to say sex would work out more to everybody's interests than either of those. ask your doc if you don't believe me.)
and that lead to a lot of bed romping for yours truly because well, the big fella thought highly of my medical knowledge and sought further treatments. ^___6♥
let's hear it for florence nightgail of medical school of pr0n! lol
and then i woke up feeling wonky, cranky, horny and achy.
yay me. >,< ;so have a happy kcufin' day y'all.
i'm off to find some kind of drugs to get rid of these sickers.
no♥,
~(*~