Weird Lately...
Unfortunate news, readers. My fish of over 14 months, Sir Rufus Merriweather Rutherford III, passed away on Friday evening. He was a good fish. Well, as good of a fish as you can get out of a beta. It wasn't a surprise - all week he had been floating sideways at the bottom. I had been waiting for him to pass for about 9 months now (he had many bad times) so good luck wherever you are...
...and in other almost dead animal news, Rita finally contacted me yesterday. Unfortunately, it was to tell me that Zoey (our 2 year old dog) was at an emergency e.r. for animals. The doctors didn't think she'd make it through the night. My mom doesn't usually break down in this kind of normal sad way (usually the crazy psycho "b" way) so it was very disconcerting. She emailed me and since I can't email her back (not on her address book on aol so she doesn't receive my emails...even though I've told her this about 8 times now), I called her on my friend's phone (key to house = josh's new phone number...haha). It was a surprisingly good phone call. It was needed. She's still a crazy "B" but things are better. I'm going home for Saturday night only (because one night is all I can handle in that shit hole of a town). And luckily, the dog is better and moving and eating some now. Things are good. I'd be upset, obviously, if she died.
Things are really weird for me right now. I have a lot of things I need to work out. I get so stressed so easily and just wish to make it to Friday that I forget I'll be gone and graduated in less than a year. Things have to get better, damnit.
And now back to my paper on premenstrual cycles and its connection to violent crimes. Yeah....about that.
...and in other almost dead animal news, Rita finally contacted me yesterday. Unfortunately, it was to tell me that Zoey (our 2 year old dog) was at an emergency e.r. for animals. The doctors didn't think she'd make it through the night. My mom doesn't usually break down in this kind of normal sad way (usually the crazy psycho "b" way) so it was very disconcerting. She emailed me and since I can't email her back (not on her address book on aol so she doesn't receive my emails...even though I've told her this about 8 times now), I called her on my friend's phone (key to house = josh's new phone number...haha). It was a surprisingly good phone call. It was needed. She's still a crazy "B" but things are better. I'm going home for Saturday night only (because one night is all I can handle in that shit hole of a town). And luckily, the dog is better and moving and eating some now. Things are good. I'd be upset, obviously, if she died.
Things are really weird for me right now. I have a lot of things I need to work out. I get so stressed so easily and just wish to make it to Friday that I forget I'll be gone and graduated in less than a year. Things have to get better, damnit.
And now back to my paper on premenstrual cycles and its connection to violent crimes. Yeah....about that.