I'll go if you come with me
So my hamster died sometime last night. We got up to try and take her to the vet and she was gone. We buried her under some ivy, next to her sister. I hope they're both frolicking in Hamster Heaven, with no cages in sight and all the peas they can eat.
It's sad. I didn't actually think I'd be quite this upset. This is why I've never liked having small pets. They don't last long enough. I get attached and then they're gone. My cat better live to be at least 15.
Work was pretty dead today, except for when Missy went to lunch and all the annoying people came out of the woodwork. The human gene pool has been contaminated. Anyone working with the public has seen this firsthand. I suppose I should be grateful; if the gene pool were regulated to keep out imperfection then my family probably wouldn't exist. But it's a sliding scale. You have your high-functioning fuck-ups like myself, you have your arrogant, entitled frat boys with liver damage, and you have people who should by all rights be strapped down in a padded room because they seemingly lack the ability to navigate even the simplest of life's tasks. Like, you know, not being a fucking moron. These people frequent Michael's. These people are going to be the death of me.
Anyway. I got a letter from Mason today. Oddly I feel like this situation has brought us closer. He wants me to send him some pictures and art, so I need to get some prints and copies made. I couldn't make it to his visit today, and I won't be able to next week either because I work 'til close. I hate that I'm missing two visits in a row. But I like that I want to go. I like that I feel compelled to visit my little brother. I like that I feel like a sister at all. My relationship with my siblings isn't bad, but it's a bit like all of my familial ties: somewhat detached. We don't see each other much. So it's nice to have this chance to be a sister, even if I'd rather not see him in there at all. Every cloud has a silver lining and all that jazz.
I think I'm making cookies tomorrow. And possibly going hiking. Definitely doing laundry. Now let's see if even one of those three things actually happens.
It's sad. I didn't actually think I'd be quite this upset. This is why I've never liked having small pets. They don't last long enough. I get attached and then they're gone. My cat better live to be at least 15.
Work was pretty dead today, except for when Missy went to lunch and all the annoying people came out of the woodwork. The human gene pool has been contaminated. Anyone working with the public has seen this firsthand. I suppose I should be grateful; if the gene pool were regulated to keep out imperfection then my family probably wouldn't exist. But it's a sliding scale. You have your high-functioning fuck-ups like myself, you have your arrogant, entitled frat boys with liver damage, and you have people who should by all rights be strapped down in a padded room because they seemingly lack the ability to navigate even the simplest of life's tasks. Like, you know, not being a fucking moron. These people frequent Michael's. These people are going to be the death of me.
Anyway. I got a letter from Mason today. Oddly I feel like this situation has brought us closer. He wants me to send him some pictures and art, so I need to get some prints and copies made. I couldn't make it to his visit today, and I won't be able to next week either because I work 'til close. I hate that I'm missing two visits in a row. But I like that I want to go. I like that I feel compelled to visit my little brother. I like that I feel like a sister at all. My relationship with my siblings isn't bad, but it's a bit like all of my familial ties: somewhat detached. We don't see each other much. So it's nice to have this chance to be a sister, even if I'd rather not see him in there at all. Every cloud has a silver lining and all that jazz.
I think I'm making cookies tomorrow. And possibly going hiking. Definitely doing laundry. Now let's see if even one of those three things actually happens.