bullshit, work, spike jonze, bullshit, spacecat, bitch bitch bitch
Tonight was stupid. Actually, it had its moments. Where The Wild Things Are was pretty undeniably great. I have a real love/hate thing with top ten lists, but if I were to make a top ten for the year, there's no question right now that Wild Things would be on it.
But starting my day getting up two hours early and trekking out to North Portland for DEQ, only to find out that the DEQ station is closed only today "due to budget cuts" (perhaps it was also "due to budget cuts" that they neglected to fucking post this info on their goddamn web site, which I double- and triple-checked before leaving this morning)... anyway, wasting my morning for shit-ass DEQ? That sucked. Balls. In a bad way.
And then my car finally deciding it was done working, that the chugga-chugga stutter-start it'd developed ever since the battery died Tuesday morning (and which I had already planned to have looked at tomorrow, killing another weekend with errands and chores... being even kind of a grown-up is lame)... anyway, my car giving up and me having to make Andy help get me towed tonight? That also sucked. Also in a bad way.
But then there's this:
It's a little dark, but it's the clearest shot of my cat yet... possibly because Andy bothered to use a real camera and not some fancy-ass mediocre-cameraed smart phone.
So a shitty day, a good movie, and an adorable cat. (And a room that stinks of Buckwheat's shit. Seems the little guy tore up my litterbox again... Hrrm.) This was Friday.
Tomorrow will be Beaverton Honda, probably paying a lot of money, then DEQ, paying more money if I'm lucky, then I don't know. Exhaustion, anxiety, Martha moving in, hating myself for not writing, bitching about things outside my control and/or none of my business, feeling sorry for myself, probably watching some more of The Office season 5 and/or sneaking out for a second viewing of A Serious Man. Maybe a little comfort food Fire on the Mountain. We'll see.
Guh.
But starting my day getting up two hours early and trekking out to North Portland for DEQ, only to find out that the DEQ station is closed only today "due to budget cuts" (perhaps it was also "due to budget cuts" that they neglected to fucking post this info on their goddamn web site, which I double- and triple-checked before leaving this morning)... anyway, wasting my morning for shit-ass DEQ? That sucked. Balls. In a bad way.
And then my car finally deciding it was done working, that the chugga-chugga stutter-start it'd developed ever since the battery died Tuesday morning (and which I had already planned to have looked at tomorrow, killing another weekend with errands and chores... being even kind of a grown-up is lame)... anyway, my car giving up and me having to make Andy help get me towed tonight? That also sucked. Also in a bad way.
But then there's this:
It's a little dark, but it's the clearest shot of my cat yet... possibly because Andy bothered to use a real camera and not some fancy-ass mediocre-cameraed smart phone.
So a shitty day, a good movie, and an adorable cat. (And a room that stinks of Buckwheat's shit. Seems the little guy tore up my litterbox again... Hrrm.) This was Friday.
Tomorrow will be Beaverton Honda, probably paying a lot of money, then DEQ, paying more money if I'm lucky, then I don't know. Exhaustion, anxiety, Martha moving in, hating myself for not writing, bitching about things outside my control and/or none of my business, feeling sorry for myself, probably watching some more of The Office season 5 and/or sneaking out for a second viewing of A Serious Man. Maybe a little comfort food Fire on the Mountain. We'll see.
Guh.