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My kitten got stung by a bee today =[
She went and hid in this tree and wouldn't come out. After a while, I went and got her and she started crying. The stinger was still in her paw so I had to take it out with tweezers. It was so sad.
In other news, my dad and brother will be here this weekend. I'm looking forward to it like I would a dentist appointment. My mom hasn't told them we have kittens and my brother will like them, but my dad is going to fuss and pout and drink all of my booze. Speaking of booze, I haven't had anything to drink in several weeks. Not even wine, which I have a lot of. I actually have several bottles of alcohol that I convinced my mom to buy when I was still drinking that haven't been opened (and a few that have), so I guess if he wants to drink it, it's fine. I owe him for all the bottles I took from him when I was 15 (and the bottle of vodka I "borrowed" last year). Anyway, it has also come to my attention that several of my old drinking buddies are sobering up. This is an immeasurable relief. I don't want to be that one friend that suddenly stops everything only to become a straightedge evangelist, but I will say that moderation is key with most things, and those other things should just be left alone. Sometimes when I'm lying in bed waiting for sleep to come, I wonder what it will be like visitng all my old friends for Dannica's wedding. I wonder which ones will bother to seek me out, knowing that I don't do drugs anymore. I wonder if I'll be able to stay sober amidst the inevitable passing of bongloads, beer bottles and pills. I know Joel is planning something fantastic for the wedding. Bottomless flasks, or something. I just don't feel right about that sort of thing anymore, I think. I'm really not sure. Maybe I am only sober because I haven't met anyone to do drugs with. Anyway, whatever. If I entertain ideas like this it's more likely I'll relapse. Those places that I used to go to, they were all states of mind and I can go to them without ever leaving my room. But who wants that? I was always unhappy then. Things are better now. Right?
She went and hid in this tree and wouldn't come out. After a while, I went and got her and she started crying. The stinger was still in her paw so I had to take it out with tweezers. It was so sad.
In other news, my dad and brother will be here this weekend. I'm looking forward to it like I would a dentist appointment. My mom hasn't told them we have kittens and my brother will like them, but my dad is going to fuss and pout and drink all of my booze. Speaking of booze, I haven't had anything to drink in several weeks. Not even wine, which I have a lot of. I actually have several bottles of alcohol that I convinced my mom to buy when I was still drinking that haven't been opened (and a few that have), so I guess if he wants to drink it, it's fine. I owe him for all the bottles I took from him when I was 15 (and the bottle of vodka I "borrowed" last year). Anyway, it has also come to my attention that several of my old drinking buddies are sobering up. This is an immeasurable relief. I don't want to be that one friend that suddenly stops everything only to become a straightedge evangelist, but I will say that moderation is key with most things, and those other things should just be left alone. Sometimes when I'm lying in bed waiting for sleep to come, I wonder what it will be like visitng all my old friends for Dannica's wedding. I wonder which ones will bother to seek me out, knowing that I don't do drugs anymore. I wonder if I'll be able to stay sober amidst the inevitable passing of bongloads, beer bottles and pills. I know Joel is planning something fantastic for the wedding. Bottomless flasks, or something. I just don't feel right about that sort of thing anymore, I think. I'm really not sure. Maybe I am only sober because I haven't met anyone to do drugs with. Anyway, whatever. If I entertain ideas like this it's more likely I'll relapse. Those places that I used to go to, they were all states of mind and I can go to them without ever leaving my room. But who wants that? I was always unhappy then. Things are better now. Right?