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I haven't been online much since early yesterday evening. I've been too busy and too lazy all at once.

I had scheduled a vacation day today so I could take Aunt Tudi to Dr. Srivastiva's for her lipid profile. That was at 8 a.m. this morning which meant I had to be up by 6. ook. Llew stayed one more night with us, so I rose a made us both some oatmeal, then off we went to the doc's.

We were out of the doc's office by 8:40. I went by Telekvetch to pick up my check, then we were off to Denise's to get Llew's hair cut. He has naturally curly-wavy hair and a lot of it so, when it reaches a certain point, it looks like a squirrel has taken residence atop his head (his words, not mine).

After that, I had to go by Verizon and pick up another phone charger for the car. The one I had went all wacky on me, dammit. That was $30 unexpected dollars. damn damn damn. Onwards home we went to gather Llew's goodies and take him to his domicile. Yeah, I got all emotional at having to let him go again, but I'm entitled since I have PMS. I think I liked myself better when I wanted to kick everyone's ass instead of how I am now ~ all weepy and womanly. Someone needs to slap me. Of course, if they did, I'd be inclined to slap them back instead of saying "thank you sir, may I have another?" ha..

We dropped Llew off and headed for the bank. I cashed my Telehell check and the check sent to me by the grandmother unit. Those combined paid the light bill, phone bill, water bill, and the Circle K for one tank full of gasoline. We paid these bills, dropped off the movies Llew rented at Blockbuster, zizzed by Nationwide to pay my car insurance (that was a chunk of change I hated to see leave my paw), and the inevitable Wal-Mart for some milk and bread (no, it's not going to snow).

We also went by Lowes for a big garbage can with wheels and some killer mouse traps. While looking at the mouse traps, I found a different kind of non-homicidal trap from the "Victor" company. It seems a bit better designed than the Havaharts. There's no way Nathan can weasel his way in for the food without getting himself trapped. Muahahahah!! On an even more positive note, Aunt Tudi has begun to call the mouse Nathan as well. That means that, even though she's still terrified of him and wants him out of the house, she has warmed up to him enough that maybe she won't insist on killing him. He's damned cute for a member of the Pestilence Society.

The new heater has a thermostat on it. I had no idea that propane heaters could have this. Our old one had two settings: on and off. When it was on, we baked. When it was off, our asses were blue from the cold. This new heater turns itself on and off according to the surrounding temps. Thanks to Llew, I'm starting to feel like I'm living in a real house instead of a glorified tent. What with an abundance of hot water and some sanity to the heating levels, I am truly shitting in high cotton.

Did I mention I have PMS? Yes, and it's ugly. I've been ready to get all turkey-necked on everyone today, but was just too weepy to go through with my aggressive intentions. It's gotten to the point where moments of nostalgia demand I dab the corners of my moist eyes. "The Rescuers" came on TV earlier this evening and, when I heard the song performed while Orville takes Bianca and Bernard for their flight from NY to Louisiana, my lip began to tremble. Damm me! I really wish I'd taken tomorrow as a vacation day as well. I have the most unpleasant feeling that I'm going to be too emotional to deal with the tackheads and morons on a logical basis. Not only that, but I have Telesuck to worry about tomorrow night and all I want to do is cry myself to sleep.

I need chocolate.

Date: 2003-12-11 07:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lithiumlady.livejournal.com
*slaps*

Snap out of it! You're a woman not some emotional female!!!

Hope you feel better. <3

Date: 2003-12-12 12:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] agent-q.livejournal.com
It's ok, I'm sure all the morons calling you up at Telehell will bring back your don't-take-no-shit-from-anyone side.

And don't remind me about chocolate, or I'll have to go to the snack machine and buy some.

Too late.

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