Give Me My Hut

I'm disgusted. When I can find some quizzes that don't have something to do with Orlando Bloom, Good Charlotte, or Inuyasha, I will once more claim my Quizzolator crown. Until then, fuck Quizilla and all the little snot-nosed teens that seem to have infested the site.

Pain is the word of the day. The Moon has descended upon me and all I want to do is wrap up in a tight ball and sleep, far far away from everyone. Occasionally, I would awaken and growl at anyone who comes within 50 feet of me.

After work, I have to take Paisley to the vet. Her kidneys are in need of flushing again, poor thing. After having turned 18 in March, it's a wonder the cat is still stomping around angrily. This will be her last flushing, though, as Aunt Tudi and I have decided to let Paisley cross over happy, not hungry and miserable. All this is harder on Aunt Tudi since she and Paisley have a very profound bond, so I feel very badly about the whole situation.

I booked our flight yesterday. More on that later.

Apparently, Prince mentioned Jeff Lynne in an interview on the Today Show yesterday. That rocks on so many levels.

What I need right now is a full body massage and a cup of lemon tea.

The Flight

The Grandmother Unit has inoperable lung cancer and wants to see me before she Crosses. I haven't seen her since I was 6 years old and I'm going on 37 now, so it will be like meeting a complete stranger. Also, I'll be seeing my mother for the first time in about 15 years. The exact passage of time escapes me.

Orbitz was the cheapest place I could find for flights, so booked the flight for Aunt Tudi and myself yesterday. We'll fly out on 2 July and return on 5 July. At least we won't be around here to be forced to endure the yearly Redneck fireworks festivities. Originally, I was going to try to fly out over Memorial Day weekend, but the Grandmother Unit will be on an Alaskan cruise at that time and will be unavailable for guests.

It must be nice. Gads.

Anyway, we're flying into San Diego, but will be staying Chula Vista which, if I understand correctly, is basically a pimple on the ass of San Diego. I'm not looking forward to it in many ways, especially since it's not a trip for enjoyment. I can only hope that all goes well and that there are no conflicts or hard feelings created. This is family we're talking about, so I fully expect some sort of useless drama to make all involved parties miserable.

A note on Orbitz. It fucking rocks. It was approximately $150 cheaper than any other service, including the airlines directly, whom I contacted via 'Net and phone. I clued Llew in on it too, since he's planning on going to see Julie in Ohio next week. He thought he was going to have to pay around $450 for a ticket, but he got it for $266 at Orbitz. Even though I hate their commercials with those ugly puppets, I have to say that Orbitz is by far the best deal out there.

The Tide that Left and never Came back

Barry's son Finn in all his glory.

Vote for this or perish at my angry hands.

Scuzball

I found him on the high school website and decided to write. He's in Washington DC now, of all places! When he gets home from work, he's going to write me a long update on his life and he wants me to do the same.

It was a real thrill to be able to reach out to one of the four Square Pegs in our school. If I could only find Sandra and Benjamin now.....

Of course, I had to stress that ELO is superior to ABBA to which Scuzball responded "ABBA sold more records than the Beatles." Blast it! The war goes on.

The Bitch Retireth

I've decided that I'd very much like to be notorious (no-no noTORious!) on Live Journal. I'd like to have a bevy of people who love me, which I already have that, and I love them right back ~~ but I'd also like to have a coterie of individuals who actively despise me and rant about me in their journals. I got a taste of that not so long ago and, although it was rattling at first, it wasn't wholly unpleasant. To be able to inspire such passion in folks has to be some sort of gift. I know of one person on LJ like that ~ wildly popular and hated by many. I really don't see what the big hoo-ha is about, but the dynamics are fascinating. Maybe it's my ego clamouring for a good stroking. Dunno...

Paisley is in the hospital for a good fluid restoration and some tests to find out why she's tossing her cookies every time someone looks at her. I hope it's nothing too serious, but she is after all 18 years old and that's like 1067 in cat years. She clawed one of the assistants today at the vet's office. Aunt Tudi apologised and explained that Paisley was old and hateful as opposed, I added, to being young and hateful. She's always been a bitch cat and I think that's why she's lived so long. As Billy Joel sang from the ole cliche ~ only the good die young.

While Dr. Patch was examining Paisley, he was telling us that someone has developed an Atkins Diet for cats. It's the same premise, with high protein and low carbs, but he said it wasn't called the Atkins Diet. I suggested that perhaps it was called the Catkins Diet. Makes sense to me. Made sense to him too.

I ate solid foods all day without a twinge of nausea. Here's hoping I've passed that awkward stage of feeling like an alien is about to pop out of my chest every time I swallowed something that didn't resemble a protein drink. I'm going to give it another day or two and, if I'm still holding everything well, I'll proceed with adding my hair supplements. I want to be certain I won't be hurling up the liquid that will hopefully save my hair.

My shoulder hurts like a sonamabeech. I've ingested some pain medicine and will be going to bed now. It's about time I left everyone alone for the day because I've been nothing but a hateful old crab, especially to poor Aunt Tudi who doesn't deserve my menstrual wrath, but gets it al the same just because she's unfortunate enough to be in close proximity.

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