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Some days (I think more often than not), I look at my life and I think, "this is exactly perfect." Other days I look at my life and I think, "Is this how it's always going to be? :("
I don't post on the former days. I post on the latter days. Which gives you guys a skewed image of my life, I'm sure. Anyway, this is one of the latter days.
I have shin splints, even though I haven't done a particular amount of walking in the last few days. I got home from GA on Tuesday, and still haven't had a chance to unpack. I got bit by a dog today (fucking Shar Peis. Seriously, I don't know why anyone gets one. They're prone to all sorts of behavioral and physical problems. They were bred for FIGHTING most recently, and unlike the pit bull there was no attempt made to breed them away from fighting people.) and my hand hurts like the dickens. (If you've ever wondered how much a dickens hurts, it hurts a lot.) I've spent the last few days running like a maniac from one job to another. I haven't hardly seen my sweetie, between me visiting GA and her visiting CO (she's there now), AND I'm PMSy and therefore really emo.
To top it off, my landlord (who has maybe a few months to live, max)'s family has been over cleaning out stuff. It's depressing, I can't escape them, I hide in my house so I don't bother them (they're doing family bonding, which is as it should be), and from the wreckage left I can only assume they'll be back tomorrow.
...At least I don't have money problems. In fact, that's pretty good right now.
However, one of the clients with a human aggressive bulldog that I already had grievious concerns about is having more issues.
Me: If anything goes wrong or he gets more aggressive instead of less, CALL ME INSTANTLY. This is important; we don't want it getting worse.
Today: So... how is everything?
Them: Well, he's getting more aggressive... we've been meaning to call you...
FFS. They are, understandably, upset. I want to beat my head against a brick wall, because in not calling me for over a week, it's had a week to get worse, now they're afraid of him, and the likelihood of it getting better just became slimmer. AGH. Fucking dog training. Seriously.
I also have a Story building in my head, or maybe my chest, but it hasn't taken enough form in my head to be written down. I may break down and go swing tomorrow, see if I can help it along. Or maybe I'll just let it brew and continue working on the Dragon saga...
Goddamn, but I hope my hand doesn't hurt this much typing tomorrow. >.<
J