And so my journal lies fallow!*
'Spose this is what happens when a person continues to pursue education all the while trying to be an "adult" and have a full-time job.
Alpha, Ellen, you'll both be happy to know that I'm finally learning CSS, and I'm coding in text editors. The only reason I use Dreamweaver anymore is because it's nicely colour-coded if I fuck something up (:D), because there's a lot of little places where code can go screwy.
I've been thinking of doing an "A Day in the Life..." blog where I post a photo a day about something that happened in my life, and some additional design that I'm working on, but I know that I'd have to backdate a lot of entries to get one a day to show up.
I'm going to keep contemplating this. Maybe I'll still do it.
In family news, I'm going to Duluth this weekend to visit Claudia, who's still in the ICU in and out of chemically-induced comas. I'm worried that I'll just bawl my eyes out when I see her, which isn't the kind of thing I need to do when trying to be strong around her and her daughter. Claudia would be crushed if she knew how emotionally messed up her health was making people.
Mom's coming down to Minneapolis in a week and a half with my dad, sister, and least favourite uncle. We're all making a trip to the kidney doctor at the hospital where mom will get her transplant. That will be nerve-wracking too. Let's hope I'm not hormonally-emotional that day either. Bawling my eyes out because my uterus is jerking on the joystick that controls my tear ducts is just what I need to make that hospital visit extra memorable.
On to the kitten's health! Henry's about 6 months now. Vet informs me that he's going to be a huge cat (terrific...). He's got another bladder kidney blood in urine crystals... thing going on again. He pees blood occasionally, but hasn't peed on a bed in a rather long time. On more antibiotics and a special food now. That's a pain in the ass.
Wouldn't be bad if I had enough to feed both cats, but since I only have enough to feed Henry, I have to try to keep Marco away from the dish. Have you ever tried separately feeding cats that always want what the other has and are obsessed with being in the same room together? If we shut one out of a room, they meow incessantly looking for each other instead of eating! I think Marco's on a hunger strike to protest our attempted "separate but equal" tactics.
I'm currently getting over a sinus/respiratory infection. Starting them early this year. Awesome. It's not even fecking allergy season yet and I've already coughed up enough mucus to make a small disgusting bog monster. Disgusting.
In short, my life is still stressful as hell, but no one has died, I'm doing well in my classes, I still have all my limbs, and so long as I don't buy extra clothes or food I can still afford rent. This will have to be enough to keep me going for now.
*Lay or lie? I can never fricking remember. I think that's right because the journal isn't in transition...
Alpha, Ellen, you'll both be happy to know that I'm finally learning CSS, and I'm coding in text editors. The only reason I use Dreamweaver anymore is because it's nicely colour-coded if I fuck something up (:D), because there's a lot of little places where code can go screwy.
I've been thinking of doing an "A Day in the Life..." blog where I post a photo a day about something that happened in my life, and some additional design that I'm working on, but I know that I'd have to backdate a lot of entries to get one a day to show up.
I'm going to keep contemplating this. Maybe I'll still do it.
In family news, I'm going to Duluth this weekend to visit Claudia, who's still in the ICU in and out of chemically-induced comas. I'm worried that I'll just bawl my eyes out when I see her, which isn't the kind of thing I need to do when trying to be strong around her and her daughter. Claudia would be crushed if she knew how emotionally messed up her health was making people.
Mom's coming down to Minneapolis in a week and a half with my dad, sister, and least favourite uncle. We're all making a trip to the kidney doctor at the hospital where mom will get her transplant. That will be nerve-wracking too. Let's hope I'm not hormonally-emotional that day either. Bawling my eyes out because my uterus is jerking on the joystick that controls my tear ducts is just what I need to make that hospital visit extra memorable.
On to the kitten's health! Henry's about 6 months now. Vet informs me that he's going to be a huge cat (terrific...). He's got another bladder kidney blood in urine crystals... thing going on again. He pees blood occasionally, but hasn't peed on a bed in a rather long time. On more antibiotics and a special food now. That's a pain in the ass.
Wouldn't be bad if I had enough to feed both cats, but since I only have enough to feed Henry, I have to try to keep Marco away from the dish. Have you ever tried separately feeding cats that always want what the other has and are obsessed with being in the same room together? If we shut one out of a room, they meow incessantly looking for each other instead of eating! I think Marco's on a hunger strike to protest our attempted "separate but equal" tactics.
I'm currently getting over a sinus/respiratory infection. Starting them early this year. Awesome. It's not even fecking allergy season yet and I've already coughed up enough mucus to make a small disgusting bog monster. Disgusting.
In short, my life is still stressful as hell, but no one has died, I'm doing well in my classes, I still have all my limbs, and so long as I don't buy extra clothes or food I can still afford rent. This will have to be enough to keep me going for now.
*Lay or lie? I can never fricking remember. I think that's right because the journal isn't in transition...