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update overdue:
those not in the know, my dog, hopkins, who is an american staffordshire terrier of the approximate age of eight and a half, went through an emergency laparotomy last wednesday and was in the hospital recovering until sunday night. he could have died if i hadn't been so concerned about his state and rushed him to the vet when i did. now, he is doing well and acting just as he always has. a little more spoiled, maybe, now that he is allowed to sleep in my bed both day and night. and will soon have a massive scar from the incision that is now held together w.silver metal staples running from the base of his ribcage to the bottom of his abdomen. however, the total cost of this ordeal was over $3,300.
tell your dogs to say no to towels.
this has now set my moving date to california back for an indeterminable amount of time. since the realization of this, i have become rather sidetracked w.the undeniable bad luck, when for once, finally, things were going so well. i have been antisocial, distracted, occasionally on the depressed side, and so on. however, one of the most frustrating things i have been thinking of lately, in considering my entire LIFE has now been postponed, is that being here, and only working, eating, sleeping, trying to make what i want to happen happen financially, i have lost my creativity. there is no drive, motivation, inspiration.
therefore. it is up to me. and i decided, only momentarily before posting this journal, to do something about it.
i don't care if it looks like a kindergartner's first attempt at drawing their family portrait, or a finger painting of a thanksgiving turkey. i will, if it comes down to it, take a box of nupastels and draw images of make believe places upon the sidewalks in grant park.
here i go.
those not in the know, my dog, hopkins, who is an american staffordshire terrier of the approximate age of eight and a half, went through an emergency laparotomy last wednesday and was in the hospital recovering until sunday night. he could have died if i hadn't been so concerned about his state and rushed him to the vet when i did. now, he is doing well and acting just as he always has. a little more spoiled, maybe, now that he is allowed to sleep in my bed both day and night. and will soon have a massive scar from the incision that is now held together w.silver metal staples running from the base of his ribcage to the bottom of his abdomen. however, the total cost of this ordeal was over $3,300.
tell your dogs to say no to towels.
this has now set my moving date to california back for an indeterminable amount of time. since the realization of this, i have become rather sidetracked w.the undeniable bad luck, when for once, finally, things were going so well. i have been antisocial, distracted, occasionally on the depressed side, and so on. however, one of the most frustrating things i have been thinking of lately, in considering my entire LIFE has now been postponed, is that being here, and only working, eating, sleeping, trying to make what i want to happen happen financially, i have lost my creativity. there is no drive, motivation, inspiration.
therefore. it is up to me. and i decided, only momentarily before posting this journal, to do something about it.
i don't care if it looks like a kindergartner's first attempt at drawing their family portrait, or a finger painting of a thanksgiving turkey. i will, if it comes down to it, take a box of nupastels and draw images of make believe places upon the sidewalks in grant park.
here i go.