Give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff.
The lab results on the blood work came back-- everything's normal, but unless I stop being so lethargic in a week (good luck), I'm going back in for another checkup. That's so odd. Iron's above average, no bad blood sugar, no thyroid problem, no low blood pressure, yet no energy whatsoever. Yesterday I was only awake for six hours. It was too much effort to do more than that. I mean, I know I have a caffeine addiction, but this is ridiculous.
Constance came in a locking terrarium, which was coated with coarse sand on the bottom. Sand, I ask you. She's a cornsnake, not a hognose. I cleaned out today and replaced the entire thing with newspaper, which seems to have helped a lot-- she's moving around a lot more. Yesterday she discovered the wonder that is my cleavage, as well, before deciding that my waist and waistline are much more fun. She curled up and pretended to be a garterbelt. In blindmadness' words, I have a trousersnake!
On the Christmas front, I've gotten nearly everything I need, though I'm slightly worried that my mother's slip ended up sent to my school address instead of my home-- which would, quite frankly, absolutely suck, but I'd be able to replace it after my next paycheck on Sunday. That's also when I have to grab the Thomas Cahill book for my dad and the gourmet bacon for my brother, and I'll be all set.
I realize this has already been blogged about past the point of mind-boggling, but the update page is different and is making me typo a lot.
Constance came in a locking terrarium, which was coated with coarse sand on the bottom. Sand, I ask you. She's a cornsnake, not a hognose. I cleaned out today and replaced the entire thing with newspaper, which seems to have helped a lot-- she's moving around a lot more. Yesterday she discovered the wonder that is my cleavage, as well, before deciding that my waist and waistline are much more fun. She curled up and pretended to be a garterbelt. In blindmadness' words, I have a trousersnake!
On the Christmas front, I've gotten nearly everything I need, though I'm slightly worried that my mother's slip ended up sent to my school address instead of my home-- which would, quite frankly, absolutely suck, but I'd be able to replace it after my next paycheck on Sunday. That's also when I have to grab the Thomas Cahill book for my dad and the gourmet bacon for my brother, and I'll be all set.
I realize this has already been blogged about past the point of mind-boggling, but the update page is different and is making me typo a lot.