Busy Life
My grandfather fell and broke his hip Friday afternoon, so things here have been stupidly busy. Also, went to North Bay for the All Heart annual fundraiser because I swore two years ago I wouldn't miss the next one, and staying home with my frazzled mother & grandmother would have probably given me an anxiety attack. So I went to N Bay and stayed with Katie.
The fundraiser was great, almost 2400$ between the silent auction, 50/50 draw, and ticket sales. I didn't win anything, but that's because I didn't bid. Everything seemed sort of... old lady-ish? And by sort of, I mean WOW a lot. That's cool, I wasn't looking to lug anything major home with me again.
Went to the rescue for Open House on Sunday, took T with us, so that was all nice. I love that goofy kid most of the time. Looong day, filled with ugly puppies. It was pretty good. :) My arms are all torn to shit because of puppy claws, but still not as bad as when McLovin used to try and kill me.
Got to removed staples from a dog who had had a kidney removed, so... that was pretty cool.
Work is amazing. I love my job. Well, my one job. Quitting at the pet store because they're super jerking me around on hours. But still at the clinic and still 500% loving it. Even today, when I feel like crap (stupid germs), I'm still stoked to go in this afternoon.
Now. I should really get to work on like. Writing something. Before I have to go back to the hospital.
Have the sequel/next part to the lady-centric mixed canon Avengers rock band AU that desperately needs to get written, plus my Sam/Dean mini-bang, and something for robotbigbang (sign ups are still open, desperately seeking artists, by the way!).
Someone remind me that writing is fun?
The fundraiser was great, almost 2400$ between the silent auction, 50/50 draw, and ticket sales. I didn't win anything, but that's because I didn't bid. Everything seemed sort of... old lady-ish? And by sort of, I mean WOW a lot. That's cool, I wasn't looking to lug anything major home with me again.
Went to the rescue for Open House on Sunday, took T with us, so that was all nice. I love that goofy kid most of the time. Looong day, filled with ugly puppies. It was pretty good. :) My arms are all torn to shit because of puppy claws, but still not as bad as when McLovin used to try and kill me.
Got to removed staples from a dog who had had a kidney removed, so... that was pretty cool.
Work is amazing. I love my job. Well, my one job. Quitting at the pet store because they're super jerking me around on hours. But still at the clinic and still 500% loving it. Even today, when I feel like crap (stupid germs), I'm still stoked to go in this afternoon.
Now. I should really get to work on like. Writing something. Before I have to go back to the hospital.
Have the sequel/next part to the lady-centric mixed canon Avengers rock band AU that desperately needs to get written, plus my Sam/Dean mini-bang, and something for robotbigbang (sign ups are still open, desperately seeking artists, by the way!).
Someone remind me that writing is fun?