An Update of Sorts.
I know that most of you haven't heard anything from me since my last posting, and while some would apologize for that lapse, you all know that I won't.
I still miss Devlin with all my heart. I still wake up thinking I need to get up and get him dinner, or sit up on the couch thinking he's had enough time outside to do his gig. It's strange and somehow very wrong being in this house without him.
I've spoken to a breeder in Maine, and am on a waiting list for two wolfhound puppies. They'll be born in mid September, and ready to go to new homes by mid November. Deep down, I have a feeling I won't be entirely back to normal until I have at least one dog in the house again.
August Moon is going okay. The only time I make any real money is when I work evenings, but isn't it like that anywhere, really? I like most of the people I work with, though some of the are such space cadets I wonder how they were able to fill out the application properly.
Living with Rayzor is still going okay. I'm getting used to him sleeping straight through his alarm, and the fact that he has no volume control. In anything. But when I voice the fact that he needs to quiet down, he's fine. I'm worried about him since the accident though, he keeps forgetting very basic things, like stuff we talked about just 30 minutes earlier. Hopefully this will get better with time.
The other night on my way home from work, I was preparing to make a right turn from Lexington onto Grinstead when a dog runs in front of my car. To avoid said dog, I end up running up on a curb, cutting a massive hole in my tire that cost about a hundred dollars to replace. Fuck.
I've very recently met a guy through friends, and friends of friends, that I get on with quite well. And that's always nice. We all know how I love meeting new people, and someone you feel comfortable around right away is always a plus. We also know how 'Manda's sex life had been stagnant, and a relief to that drought was quite pleasant. Sometimes good things come from being stood up at the bar.
For the most part, I stay at home reading or sleeping. I'm coaxed out of my house about once a week. And beyond, that things are fairly lowkey. I might even put the effort into taking care of my phone again, since the last several weeks I really just haven't cared. Apathy's a bitch, yes?
I know that this is starting to get much longer than my usual posts, so I'm almost done.....
For those of you who have been worried about my uncharacteristic pessimism recently, sometime these things happen. But in all honesty, at this point, with the exception of Devlin, things are looking up. So, in theory, once I start getting over him a bit more, the chipper Manda seen in public will be more reality than facade. Slowly but surely, I am on the mend.
And so there is your update. As per usual, I'm not dead yet, and love you guys.
I still miss Devlin with all my heart. I still wake up thinking I need to get up and get him dinner, or sit up on the couch thinking he's had enough time outside to do his gig. It's strange and somehow very wrong being in this house without him.
I've spoken to a breeder in Maine, and am on a waiting list for two wolfhound puppies. They'll be born in mid September, and ready to go to new homes by mid November. Deep down, I have a feeling I won't be entirely back to normal until I have at least one dog in the house again.
August Moon is going okay. The only time I make any real money is when I work evenings, but isn't it like that anywhere, really? I like most of the people I work with, though some of the are such space cadets I wonder how they were able to fill out the application properly.
Living with Rayzor is still going okay. I'm getting used to him sleeping straight through his alarm, and the fact that he has no volume control. In anything. But when I voice the fact that he needs to quiet down, he's fine. I'm worried about him since the accident though, he keeps forgetting very basic things, like stuff we talked about just 30 minutes earlier. Hopefully this will get better with time.
The other night on my way home from work, I was preparing to make a right turn from Lexington onto Grinstead when a dog runs in front of my car. To avoid said dog, I end up running up on a curb, cutting a massive hole in my tire that cost about a hundred dollars to replace. Fuck.
I've very recently met a guy through friends, and friends of friends, that I get on with quite well. And that's always nice. We all know how I love meeting new people, and someone you feel comfortable around right away is always a plus. We also know how 'Manda's sex life had been stagnant, and a relief to that drought was quite pleasant. Sometimes good things come from being stood up at the bar.
For the most part, I stay at home reading or sleeping. I'm coaxed out of my house about once a week. And beyond, that things are fairly lowkey. I might even put the effort into taking care of my phone again, since the last several weeks I really just haven't cared. Apathy's a bitch, yes?
I know that this is starting to get much longer than my usual posts, so I'm almost done.....
For those of you who have been worried about my uncharacteristic pessimism recently, sometime these things happen. But in all honesty, at this point, with the exception of Devlin, things are looking up. So, in theory, once I start getting over him a bit more, the chipper Manda seen in public will be more reality than facade. Slowly but surely, I am on the mend.
And so there is your update. As per usual, I'm not dead yet, and love you guys.