Too tired
Man, things have been hectic.
Opal got spayed. She's really sweet and really whiny. She has the cone around her head (the vet calls it an Elizabethan collar), so whenever she tries to lick her privates or scratch herself, she finds out she can't and starts whining. It's so sad. Charles and I are sleeping on the pull-out sofa, so we can be in the same room with her.
We had a flood. The bathroom upstairs started overflowing for no apparent reason. Thank God it's clean water, not sewage. Who's seen Dark Water? The movie blows, but there's a scene where water is steaking down the walls. Yeah, that was our place. Our kitchen was covered in water, so lots of nice fire hazards. The dining room was soaked. The master bedroom unusable. Fun times. Oh, and our maintenance guy was on a date, so he was pissed that we called him. Fucking hate people. He came, didn't do much, left. Promised to fix everything the next day. A guy came and soaked up some water from the carpet. That's it. I came home, and the kitchen still had standing water. On Monday I'm raising hell. Unless I get impatient, in which case I'll page Jim the Maintenance Ass every few hours.
So, the result: Haven't slept much in a week, behind in my classes, and things are yucky. Bleh.
I've been thinking about things. Which rarely turns out well. I get all depressed and jaded and cynical. I know I have people who care about me. But when it comes down to it, if I needed to talk to someone, Charles and my mom and dad are my options. I don't feel comfortable talking to anyone else. And that does depress the fuck out of me. I don't expect many people to stick around. I feel abandoned all the time. And I also often feel betrayed. But whatever. I know I'm to blame too. I've made my life work. I have no social life. Really... unless it's something I'd have to do anyway (like eating), my answer's almost always no. I haven't been to a party. I've been to a club once. I don't even go to Homestar anymore.
Opal got spayed. She's really sweet and really whiny. She has the cone around her head (the vet calls it an Elizabethan collar), so whenever she tries to lick her privates or scratch herself, she finds out she can't and starts whining. It's so sad. Charles and I are sleeping on the pull-out sofa, so we can be in the same room with her.
We had a flood. The bathroom upstairs started overflowing for no apparent reason. Thank God it's clean water, not sewage. Who's seen Dark Water? The movie blows, but there's a scene where water is steaking down the walls. Yeah, that was our place. Our kitchen was covered in water, so lots of nice fire hazards. The dining room was soaked. The master bedroom unusable. Fun times. Oh, and our maintenance guy was on a date, so he was pissed that we called him. Fucking hate people. He came, didn't do much, left. Promised to fix everything the next day. A guy came and soaked up some water from the carpet. That's it. I came home, and the kitchen still had standing water. On Monday I'm raising hell. Unless I get impatient, in which case I'll page Jim the Maintenance Ass every few hours.
So, the result: Haven't slept much in a week, behind in my classes, and things are yucky. Bleh.
I've been thinking about things. Which rarely turns out well. I get all depressed and jaded and cynical. I know I have people who care about me. But when it comes down to it, if I needed to talk to someone, Charles and my mom and dad are my options. I don't feel comfortable talking to anyone else. And that does depress the fuck out of me. I don't expect many people to stick around. I feel abandoned all the time. And I also often feel betrayed. But whatever. I know I'm to blame too. I've made my life work. I have no social life. Really... unless it's something I'd have to do anyway (like eating), my answer's almost always no. I haven't been to a party. I've been to a club once. I don't even go to Homestar anymore.