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Back in Warsaw. No dead guys between here and there, though I did have to shove some fuckin asshole out of my seat, after the two women he'd been harassing got up and moved away. Guess he figured since I was the next closets woman, he'd leer at me about lesbians too. Bullshit. Rude fuck didn't even say goodbye when I shoved him away and up then aisle.
3 weeks, lots to do. Cat is not as strong as I'd like - still has the weird breathing thing. She's going to the vet tomorrow, despite seeming healthier than when I left. That may be the excitement of having her person back.
Good good good weekend. As Mimi pointed out - "how did we lose Sunday if we didn't even sleep?" More about the weekend later.
Dad made it back to California. I didn't expect that. And it may be that I'll be heading to California shortly after my arrival. If Bruce's girlfriend takes care of my Grampa the way she takes care of her puppies, I'll kill her. Having no faith in her skills means I may well be there for a short time. Depends what happens between now and then.
I have the joy of quitting my yobs this week. In some instances it'll be great. In others, it's gonna hurt.
And you know what? If it's obvious, there's a good chance I've thought on it. You don't need to tell me to always remember having not parted on the best of terms with someone. I guarantee I know better than you. You don't need to urge me to "make a schedule, because you don't have much time." I know this; I'm not real good at following them anyway, and I've noticed they stress me out when I try too hard when a schedule simply doesn't work for me. It'll get done and if it doesn't, it'll get thrown out or left. I promise.
The new hormones that are supposed to stop me bleeding for 3 months are crap. 25 days, and I didn't even finish the pack yet. Pretty fuckin spendy for not doing the job, and cramps to boot, which they're also supposed to lessen. Arrr, bring me chocolate.
Are we there yet? I need to try and catch some of the sleep that didn't get caught this weekend.
Butt first - chow, pills, call the Lady, who is just now arriving at the airport.
3 weeks, lots to do. Cat is not as strong as I'd like - still has the weird breathing thing. She's going to the vet tomorrow, despite seeming healthier than when I left. That may be the excitement of having her person back.
Good good good weekend. As Mimi pointed out - "how did we lose Sunday if we didn't even sleep?" More about the weekend later.
Dad made it back to California. I didn't expect that. And it may be that I'll be heading to California shortly after my arrival. If Bruce's girlfriend takes care of my Grampa the way she takes care of her puppies, I'll kill her. Having no faith in her skills means I may well be there for a short time. Depends what happens between now and then.
I have the joy of quitting my yobs this week. In some instances it'll be great. In others, it's gonna hurt.
And you know what? If it's obvious, there's a good chance I've thought on it. You don't need to tell me to always remember having not parted on the best of terms with someone. I guarantee I know better than you. You don't need to urge me to "make a schedule, because you don't have much time." I know this; I'm not real good at following them anyway, and I've noticed they stress me out when I try too hard when a schedule simply doesn't work for me. It'll get done and if it doesn't, it'll get thrown out or left. I promise.
The new hormones that are supposed to stop me bleeding for 3 months are crap. 25 days, and I didn't even finish the pack yet. Pretty fuckin spendy for not doing the job, and cramps to boot, which they're also supposed to lessen. Arrr, bring me chocolate.
Are we there yet? I need to try and catch some of the sleep that didn't get caught this weekend.
Butt first - chow, pills, call the Lady, who is just now arriving at the airport.