on kitty wrangling, me-time, and bread boxes

fah. i'm tired. todd and i stayed up gaming last night until two. not the smartest move i've made, but i had fun. i'm paying for it some today - stomach doubly grumbly, head achey, throat scratchy. wheee.

unfortunately, todd had to go in to work this morning, which means i get to wrangle the kitty to the vet by myself, and likewise i get to take myself to the doctor all by my lonesome. boo hiss.

on the upside, this gives me a little me-time. time to sort through my thoughts and do my stuff and just generally be by myself, which is a good thing. i don't need much me-time, but i do need some, and it can be hard to find between work and todd working mostly at home. right now i can play the music as loud as i like, make a mess looking for stuff in the office, and generally worry only about myself. ahhh selfishness. to balance out this streak of mememememe, i'm baking a pumpkin pie for todd this afternoon. just because.

random thoughts while driving todd to work this morning: just how big is a bread box anyway? is it just loaf sized, or slightly larger? can you have double decker bread boxes that hold two loaves? has anyone ever actually seen a bread box? were they really once so common that it made sense for it to be a standard colloquial unit of measurement? i want a bread box.

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the kitty has been successfully poked, prodded, jabbed, grabbed, and stuffed in a box (twice). now he's happy and home, and i want some lunch. i also want some company with lunch, but todd is workin' and and and... so i'll take a book. i'm eatin' at chili's on glenwood if anybody wants to surprise me (riiiight, that's gonna happen).

gloomy day, gloomy mood. doesn't help that i'm due for that crappy shot and i'm still feeling sick. ah well. i'll go de-cat-hair myself and get some grub.

pickup truck philosophy

lunch eaten (quickly - the crowd at chili's was a little ucky) and now i'm home again, having forgotten completely to stop by the drug store and get more shampoo.

on the way home from the restaurant, i drove behind this pickup truck that had the following two bumper stickers on the back window: "Your heart may belong to Allah, but your ass belongs to George W." and an american flag with "You're either with us or against us!" printed next to it. i should have felt angry, but it just depressed me. a neat sum up of american foreign policy printed on the back of a pickup truck, nicely summarizing how isolationist, idiotic, and xenophobic we've become, and this guy chose to put it there. thinks it's all a grand idea. what the fuck is wrong with people? ~sighs~ anyway, i didn't get mad then, and i'm more distressed than angry now. i don't get angry often. i sometimes think that i ought to change that.

i'm wishing for some warmth. at least i've got a little time before hormone injections of doooom.

Finished

Wow, one book off the "in progress" pile, and onto the "done!" pile! Smoke and Mirrors by Neil Gaiman has been officially read by me. I loved it. The stories and poems were artfully told, and very engrossing. They were also short enough that I could pick the book up frequently and actually make progress through it, with my scattered schedule. Good stuff.

dilemma

so, i have to go get that damned shot today. and i just finished smoke and mirrors, which was my planned waiting room reading (because even if I show up exactly on time - which i never do, i'm always early - i have to wait at least half an hour for them to stick a needle in my hip). i've got stacks and stacks of books, but i'm not sure what to take with me. i could take the phantom tollbooth, which i'm discussing at a book club thingy next week, but, eh, it's just not gripping me right now. too light. i'm tempted by one of my massive fantasy tomes - the belgariad volume one, the redemption of althalus, the icewind dale trilogy... one of those. but they're all so freakin' big. I prefer to take something i can tuck in my pocket. a little paperback, or at most, a trade paperback that's kind of skinny. so that leaves a wide variety of stripped books, ranging from vampire short stories to fantasy fiction to historical fiction to murder mysteries... on the other other hand, though, it's kind of silly to choose reading material by size. fah. i'll end up just grabbing something as i go out the door. or forgetting altogether and cursing myself for it as i sit, surrounded by idiotic magazines, for half an hour or more.

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time in at doctor's office: 2:55
time of appointment: 3:00
time actually seen: 3:43
time out: 3:49

yeesh.

in other news, i'm feeling better (and somewhat regretting all of my whining today. but hey, if a girl can't whine and gripe about nothing at all in her journal, where can she?). i took my gypsy journal with me to the office and venting on paper helped clear my head considerably. i am now being both industrious and cuddly, with laundry and pumpkin pie making and cleaning of the kitchen and such.

oh, and i lost another five pounds in january. go me. i'm slowly but surely making my way down waaaaaay down to my personal ideal. this is in and of itself is a happy making thing.

i hope todd's in a good mood tonight. when we're both happy we get into this cool happy augmenting loop and keep each other smiling.