last night was crazy. hangovers are the bane of my existence.
just had to take mack back to the vet; he won't leave his surgeryified balls alone and now he needs stitches. while i was there i had another of those WHY CAN'T PEOPLE TREAT OTHER PEOPLE WITH RESPECT moments. this nasty bitch of a nurse was speaking down to nick and me like we were non-adults... and i just... AAAARGH! oh, and THEN, i was trying to get mack out of his carrier so the vet could look him over. he usually jumps right out, so i knew by his backing into the end of the crate that he was afraid, so i was trying to just coax him out and gently tug him a litte, and that horrible woman basically pushed me out of the way and jerked him out by the scruff of his neck. i was in shock. that is a member of my family, and if you're going to work in a place like that, you should certainly understand that and treat my pet accordingly. of course, i shouldn't have expected any better. if you treat people like shit, you're probably not going to make special exceptions for animals. ASSHOLE.
but anyway, on the way over there, i hung up on kathryn and jumped out of my car in traffic to take
fuck yeah. i needed some faith in humanity. SOMEone out there reads... my stupid finger is in the way, but i only had like 2.5 seconds to snap it. oh well.