Sans Ice Pick
I swear to god I feel like I live in a time vortex. My weekend was okay.
Friday night I went to Lowes with S to get:
- an over-the-door shoe rack because this is what I've been reduced to
- galvanized aluminum bins for the feral cats' food
- fan pull chain extender
- a roll of screen to patch up what the raccoons did or install new screen in that frame.
My victory there was that I stayed relatively on budget (even though there were some nicer containers to be had) and I didn't take a car home with my stuff. We tied up our stuff at the twine station and took the subway 1 transfer to my stop. Granted, way too many steps but whatevs. (Then we got disgusting disgusting Taqueria DF; I swear I will never go there again as I now hate them forever. Cold and totally wrong order. Hello?)
Saturday my mother and her beau visited and we went window-shopping in the rain on 7th Ave until his favorite indian restaurant opened. (He is strangely into this mediocre place in my neighborhood.) Then they came over for tea and left cow milk in my refrigerator, where it will rot until I have to throw it out because it's in one of those plastic flip-cap bottles that I can't drag into work with me. But that was fun, overall. Then I went to the whatever-I'm-dating's house and we made dinner and watched crap and slept in late on Easter and I forgot to call my grandmother so I am going to hell.
Tonight I have to stay here late because we're hosting this thing I helped organize, which has a high RSVP count (infectious disease control in foster homes). I am excited for it but would really rather be home, too. One of my little dudes is having unfortunate litterbox results (blood) so I am trying to track who it is and what's going on! I just realized it last night because I let the box go for a few days (always a mistake, more so when something like this happens).
This is me today. Except no one would give me an ice pick.
But I just want to note that I'm working on turning my frown upside-down!
Friday night I went to Lowes with S to get:
- an over-the-door shoe rack because this is what I've been reduced to
- galvanized aluminum bins for the feral cats' food
- fan pull chain extender
- a roll of screen to patch up what the raccoons did or install new screen in that frame.
My victory there was that I stayed relatively on budget (even though there were some nicer containers to be had) and I didn't take a car home with my stuff. We tied up our stuff at the twine station and took the subway 1 transfer to my stop. Granted, way too many steps but whatevs. (Then we got disgusting disgusting Taqueria DF; I swear I will never go there again as I now hate them forever. Cold and totally wrong order. Hello?)
Saturday my mother and her beau visited and we went window-shopping in the rain on 7th Ave until his favorite indian restaurant opened. (He is strangely into this mediocre place in my neighborhood.) Then they came over for tea and left cow milk in my refrigerator, where it will rot until I have to throw it out because it's in one of those plastic flip-cap bottles that I can't drag into work with me. But that was fun, overall. Then I went to the whatever-I'm-dating's house and we made dinner and watched crap and slept in late on Easter and I forgot to call my grandmother so I am going to hell.
Tonight I have to stay here late because we're hosting this thing I helped organize, which has a high RSVP count (infectious disease control in foster homes). I am excited for it but would really rather be home, too. One of my little dudes is having unfortunate litterbox results (blood) so I am trying to track who it is and what's going on! I just realized it last night because I let the box go for a few days (always a mistake, more so when something like this happens).
This is me today. Except no one would give me an ice pick.
But I just want to note that I'm working on turning my frown upside-down!