poopy cubed
1. feeling poopy
have been fevering and coughy for over 48 hours now - my cough sounds really intense. i like doing it to scare people. i feel like i could record it and sell it as a sound effect for some apocolyptic medical made-for-TV feature. what's worrysome and frustrating is that i never get sick but since my surgery i seem to be a lot more susceptible to getting sick. i decided to cut some stuff out and to find more time to relax!
2. cleaning poopy
in a flurry of energy, after lying in bed all day, i cleaned up the deck outside my room. i have grandiose plans to get some furniture, plant a container veggie garden, and construct a vertical extension with some bamboo curtains i found lying about. of course, the initial clean is always the worst - the girl who was in the room before left her kittylitter out there. over the winter it turned into a dense sludge that can only be described as molten poopy cement. it's heavier than all hell and i'm not sure how to get it off of the deck. i don't want to carry it through my house for fear of a new area rug made out of poopy becoming our house's newest edition.
3. the poopy that doesn't quit
other house things have been taken care of too. the malfunctional toilette has been repaired! apparently a roll of electrical tape shimmied its way down the drain, creating a semi-obstruction and making poop come back up. ahem, where on *earth* did that come from?
(i am so so guilty, though i played stupid - the fever helped)
it must've fallen into the toilet in a moment of gusto as i was cleaning the cabinet a few days ago - getting rid of anything that i wouldn't likely be used again. electrical tape, being my best friend pre-op was now a quaint throwback that was to be trashed (not flushed). i seems that the frustrations of pre-op life decided to let out one last valiant poop-blocking hurrah.
~becca
have been fevering and coughy for over 48 hours now - my cough sounds really intense. i like doing it to scare people. i feel like i could record it and sell it as a sound effect for some apocolyptic medical made-for-TV feature. what's worrysome and frustrating is that i never get sick but since my surgery i seem to be a lot more susceptible to getting sick. i decided to cut some stuff out and to find more time to relax!
2. cleaning poopy
in a flurry of energy, after lying in bed all day, i cleaned up the deck outside my room. i have grandiose plans to get some furniture, plant a container veggie garden, and construct a vertical extension with some bamboo curtains i found lying about. of course, the initial clean is always the worst - the girl who was in the room before left her kittylitter out there. over the winter it turned into a dense sludge that can only be described as molten poopy cement. it's heavier than all hell and i'm not sure how to get it off of the deck. i don't want to carry it through my house for fear of a new area rug made out of poopy becoming our house's newest edition.
3. the poopy that doesn't quit
other house things have been taken care of too. the malfunctional toilette has been repaired! apparently a roll of electrical tape shimmied its way down the drain, creating a semi-obstruction and making poop come back up. ahem, where on *earth* did that come from?
(i am so so guilty, though i played stupid - the fever helped)
it must've fallen into the toilet in a moment of gusto as i was cleaning the cabinet a few days ago - getting rid of anything that i wouldn't likely be used again. electrical tape, being my best friend pre-op was now a quaint throwback that was to be trashed (not flushed). i seems that the frustrations of pre-op life decided to let out one last valiant poop-blocking hurrah.
~becca