tinhuviel: (Faust)
I need to vacuum the house today, probably when Aunt Tudi wakes up. She got up and took her meds, then lay back down. She had it rough at physical therapy yesterday, so she really needs the rest. I don't want to bother her rest with a noisy vacuum cleaner.

Later on today, Janice is coming down to help me figure out how to block off the top of a certain area of the fence. Fitzgerald is climbing up and over the fence at this point and got out four times while Aunt Tudi and I were gone yesterday. Janice got him back in the yard each time and she saw what he was doing, so hopefully we'll be able to nip this in the bud once and for all. If this doesn't work, I'll have no choice but to crate his little irritating arse.

The Mother Unit proofread The Blood Crown for me and left me extensive notes with suggestions on things to change and grammatical errors. I need to start trawling through that and making the necessary adjustments to the manuscript in preparation to send it to Sophie. I also need to order another copy of The Chalice to send to [livejournal.com profile] vwip now that the moneys are finally transferred from PayPal. That four day wait can seem incredibly long sometimes.

Right now, though, I'm watching cartoons on Retro TV. I think I've entered my second childhood, or maybe I'm just reliving my kiddie days. You can't go wrong with He-Man and She Ra, though. Nope. Never.
tinhuviel: (Tin May 2010)
Instead of staying in this Saturday, Aunt Tudi and I have to go out. We must go to the drug store to pick up some of our prescriptions and we have a bill we have to pay. While we're out, we're going by the new mechanic we found. The car started alarming about needing an oil change, so we found the cheapest place around and are supposed to go Monday morning to get the oil change and filter. We figured it'd be wise to locate his business now so there won't be any confusion come Monday.

After we get home, I'm shaving Chester for his Winter hair-do and clipping all the dogs' nails. It's gonna take me two to three hours to do all that, but it's two to three hours of very physically-challenging activity, so I'm not looking forward to it. Once it's done, though, it's done for months. It's just a matter of biting the bullet and getting it done.

Once I have some time to myself, I'm going to do my best to work on my "When the West Was Weird" short story. There's a whole section I'm wanting to include in the story, but it's a struggle to wedge it in there. It'll give the tale much-needed meat and potatoes. I'm listening to a lot of Johnny Cash while writing this story. It's the only music I have that's close to the cowboy world. Well, I have some Willie Nelson, too. Maybe I need to create a 'Werewolf of Bent Elbow' playlist.

I stole a quiz from [livejournal.com profile] bubblesbrnaid. I don't watch this show, but I'll take any quiz 'cos I'm addicted to them. Man, I need to go to Narcotics Anonymous, I have such an addictive personality! Here goes.

And that brings this post to a dramatic end.
tinhuviel: (Chalice)
I have a dentist appointment at 1:30, so I'll start getting ready for that around Noon. After the dentist, Aunt Tudi and I will be heading off to Wally World to purchase the month's supplies. It's going to be lots of fun, especially considering the fact that my hubcaps are knackered and I can barely walk. Once we're finished at Wal-Mart, I'll be able to come back home to the Hermit's Cave. I think that's what I'm going to start calling the house because I've become such a hardcore hermit lately. I'll probably have more to write about once I'm back in the cave.
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Wrath)
I dreamt of murder last night. I dreamt that I watched a cow get slaughtered then I began to cut the fat off the liver, making the comment that the cow wouldn't have survived for very much longer because it had a fatty liver. It was disgusting how much fat I sloughed off the large organ. I then began to cut the liver into small slices for sale. It was one of those dreams where I could feel and smell everything. Working in a slaughterhouse is something I would never...could never...do. Now, I wouldn't have any qualms about eating my fellow survivors after a plane crash in the Andes, but killing a cow was just disturbing.

Today consists of taking Aunt Tudi to the doctor, then a trip to Wal-Mart. I think I'd rather kill a cow than go to Wal-Mart, but what must be done...must be done. Maybe I'll collect some fodder about which to write while I'm there. There are so many times I'll leave that hellhole with notes written all over my hands. I'm like the illustrated woman. With school about to start and the kids out of their minds trying to get supplies, I'm betting I'll find something rancid to write about.

I'll also be mailing the flyers off to [livejournal.com profile] booraven22 and some to the Mother Unit. I'm curious to know how effective this advertising campaign will be. Hopefully, it will be wildly successful and Cadmus Pariah will become a terrifying household name around the globe and on the moon.

Breakfast = two pieces of toast with apple butter. Yum.


Aug. 9th, 2010 01:31 pm
tinhuviel: (Chalice)
It was spendier than expected to get the flyers made. Duncan Press couldn't do them 'cos they're colour, so I had to go to Office Max instead. I pick them up tomorrow. Steve at Duncan Press is going to cut them in half for free for me (Office Max charges $1.09 per page to be cut ~ sheesh!), which means I'll have right at 600 flyers to give to [livejournal.com profile] booraven22 for Dragon*Con.

On tomorrow's agenda: get the dogs their shots, pick up the flyers and have them cut in half, mail the flyers out to Heidi, come home and hide from the heat.

Wednesday, I have an appointment with Dr. Smith. My anxiety must be addressed.
tinhuviel: (Chalice)
I got up with a crick in my neck that feels like it's the size of Florida and shaped pretty much the same as well. It hurts to turn my head either way, so driving later on will be fun. We have to go to the grocery store today for some foods, of which we are mostly out. It'll be later in the morning after the washing is done, so I have some time to piddle and proofread in the interim.

I've created a flier for The Chalice, which will be handed out at Dragon*Con, thanks to [livejournal.com profile] booraven22, [livejournal.com profile] morriganwind, and friends. Sophie wants me to include the Fey Publishing logo, which will be no problem as I still have it in .PSD format for any changes she wanted made to the flier. The Mother Unit is funding the ink and card stock I need to print them out. It's at times like this, I know I've done something right, 'cos it's coming back to me threefold.

Once the flier is complete, I'll post a picture of it here so everyone can see it. I think it looks pretty niftic, as Faust would say.

I've diddled around with the ending of The Augury of Gideon and I'm happier with it now, although I'm still not certain this will be the actual ending. It's a good thing I have the time to work on it some more 'cos the manuscript is far from ready to send to Fey. Something tells me I'll be amending it more before I ever send it to Sophie.


Jul. 8th, 2010 06:41 am
tinhuviel: (Angry Writer)
It must be my magick number, no matter how early or late I go to bed. My eyes fly open at 6 and here I am, another long day to endure with projects to finish, but no Will to do anything but fiddle with iTunes Genius. I feel the block slowly removing itself though. Soon, the dam will burst and I'll be all awash in projects demanding to get finished before I insulate again.

For now, I waste time until I can go to the post office. I've packages on the way that can't be missed. The way I figure it, they'll be staggered. One will arrive today, one tomorrow, and one on Saturday. I love getting stuff in the mail. Well, everything except junk mail. I think junk mail should be banned and its senders prosecuted in world court for polluting the Earth. What can I say, I'm a bit extreme. And I don't mean the "More Than Words" guys.

Busy Day

Jun. 1st, 2010 06:39 am
tinhuviel: (Here is the news!)
I doubt I'll get my 3000 word goal met today. I have an appointment with my counselor at 9am, and Aunt Tudi has two doctors appointments, one at 11:30 and the other at 2:15. In between all that, we have to go to the grocery store and buy paper products and animal food. I'm going to look for a Ginkgo Biloba/Ginseng combination while I'm at it. I think it would help with the writing and just with basic sharpness of mind. I need something like that. So there you have it. A very busy day indeed.
tinhuviel: (Have a Nice Day)

I'll be gone for a good bit of the day today. Aunt Tudi has a doctor's appointment and we've errands to run. When I get home, there's the art I want to work on in addition to writing more on The Blood Crown. I'm gonna write as much as I can on that until [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh is ready to start work with me on the Femme Joker story for [livejournal.com profile] acook. Right now, it looks like Wednesday will be a good solid writing day. Thursday, I have a doctor's appointment, but it's later in the day, so I should get some stuff done that day as well. Friday, Aunt Tudi and I have an errand to run up in Asheville. Even though it's business and we can't afford to do anything, it'll still be good to be back home for a little while. It's been almost exactly one year since we were up there last time.
tinhuviel: (CadmusOrphaeus)
I have one. I always have an agenda.

  • Call Police Chief Guy (definitely a guy's name..)

  • Go talk to my car insurance pipples about a confoozling statement I received in the mail.

  • Mow the grass or start playing "Run Through the Jungle" by CCR repeatedly for the entire neighbourhood to hear, so they'll know I'm in the greenery somewhere. Pray the heat doesn't kill me before I can get out of the sun.

  • Read the Vampire fiction sent to me by [livejournal.com profile] booraven22.

  • Read the J-fic sent to me by [livejournal.com profile] ladyana5.

  • Read the J-fic over on [livejournal.com profile] song_tothesiren.

  • Write at least 1500 words on The Blood Crown, which should get the initial exchange between Cadmus and Orphaeus wrapped up.

  • Listen critically to Barry's songs and write my thoughts to him.

  • Avoid attention.

For now, I'm going to bed 'cos I'm still not over the almost 2 days of no sleep. It's enough to drive a person mad.
tinhuviel: (Locke)
Take Aunt Tudi to Dr. Holt's for lab work, then over to see a dietitian regarding her new low-potassium, no-sugar, medium-protein, low-salt nigh-to-impossible diet! After that I have to come home and mow the grass, hopefully for the last time, get cleaned up from that, and go visit Dr. Crackyerbones. Once all that's done, I may actually get a modicum of rest before I have to head into Sally Foster.

Today, all I really want to do is curl up in a ball and roll off, á la Sonic the Hedgehog, into blissful Oblivion. Not too much to ask for on a beautiful Autumn morning. That's not such a bad thing for which to wish and long, is it?


Aug. 5th, 2008 03:35 pm
tinhuviel: (2D and 3C)
A big thank you to everyone who has commented, offering up concerns/energies/thoughts/prayers/whatnot. It's all most welcome and appreciated. Aunt Tudi is fine with people throwing their mojo in her direction, as she can use all the mojo she can get and she knows it. I'd respond to each comment if I could, but I haven't had a moment to myself since around midnight last night and it's looking to be the same way this evening. I'm stopping just long enough to check mail and give an update, then I'm off to my final Dollar General interview before I'm placed in a store at 5, and then I'm off to the hospital to take Aunt Tudi some things.

As it stands now, the docs are pretty sure it's her medicines doing her in regarding the potassium and creatine levels. I'm supposed to take all her meds down tonight so the doctors and sort through it all and make adjustments as needed. Aunt Tudi's potassium is going down, but very slowly. She's had to drink four more shots of that skanky goo and, as a result, she's spent the goodly part of her day in El Water Closet. A kidney specialist came to visit her today and he seems to think that her problem is the medicines and not her kidneys. That's a relief. She's had an echocardiagram and some other tests that I can't remember what she said they were but, all in all, Aunt Tudi's being well-taken care of.

I worked through lunch, came straight home and set to mowing the grass. After an hour in 100+ degree hell, I came in and peeled my wet clothes off, started a washing, and jumped in the shower. Ten minutes later, I jumped out of the shower, dried, wrapped my hair in a towel, gathered some of the things Aunt Tudi needs at the hospital, then threw the washing in the drier and tossed another load in the washer. I then got a bowl of Rice Krispies and popped online to check mail and write this. Once I'm offline, I need to get dressed and slap on some make-up for my final entrance interview. I'm off to Duncan to talk to Tami, then off to the hospital to spend some time with Aunt Tudi.

I figure I'll be home by 8 or 9 tonight. When I get home, I need to put up the clean clothes, feed the cats and, of course, get myself online to check email and do some writing here. Tomorrow will be here before I know it, which sucks big hickeys on the ass of Satan himself.
tinhuviel: (Crone)
Thanks to everyone who replied to my Llew post from last night. You're all deeply appreciated and very loved by this daft old Sith.

At 11 this morning, Aunt Tudi, Diane, perhaps Stephanie, and I are driving over to Great Escape so Diane can get Llew's car and drive it back home. It's a straight drive vehicle and I don't know how to drive straight drive. I'm trotting into the Great Escape to talk to Ed. Hopefully he's there today. That's Llew's boss and I need to tell him what's going on with Llew. From all I've heard, Ed is very understanding and won't have a problem holding on to Llew's job for him. After we get the car home, we're going to visit Llew for a couple of hours and hopefully talk to a doctor who will tell me that Llew will have a full recovery by Wednesday of next week.

Once we leave the hospital, we're going to IHOP. I want to buy Aunt Tudi a good meal before her surgery tomorrow and IHOP is her favourite restaurant because of their coffee. I know what I'm having ~ what I always have: blueberry blintzes. These things are so good, they make me want to slap my momma. I may have to fly out to San Diego to do just that. Besides, I miss my momma, so this would be a good excuse.

We need to make a trip to Wal-Mart and stock up on some supplies like....toilet paper, peppermint tea, and soup. ~~among other things~~ Not sure if Diane or Steph will want to come along with us for this. Hell, I don't want to go to Wal-Mart either. I hate Wal-Mart. So I'm going to try to hustle Aunt Tudi through that hell store and get out quick (yes, I know it's quickly, but quick sound better here).

I'm not sure if we'll go back this evening to see Llew again. He may be too busy with all the therapy and, after that, he'll be too tired to deal with my silly ass hovering over him like a mother hen. We'll see. I'll ask him if he wants company and just go from there.

After we get home for good, Aunt Tudi and I are going to be watching a film she'll be taping at 10:05: M. If you ask me, you can't end what will probably be a crap day any more perfectly without a creepy Peter Lorre flick. John K would agree with me

It's now time to jump in the shower on account of I'm a damned dirty ape (RIP Chuck).
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Pariah)
I'm heading over to Llew's in about an hour. We'll probably go flying if the weather holds up.

Once I'm back home, I'm going to scan those photographs and pull up The Chalice. If I'm diligent, I'll be finishing "Sui Generis" today and can proceed with the rest of the 2nd draft uninterrupted. Cadmus has been sitting in a corner of my mind, his arms crossed and one foot tapping, waiting for me to muster the courage to begin writing again. I wonder if, once I'm finally really finished with The Chalice, Cadmus will feel fulfilled and justified, and he'll leave me alone?

I doubt it.

I must go back to the school tomorrow and I'll probably be there all day, so I want to focus on personal duties as much as I can today.


Jun. 15th, 2006 01:10 pm
tinhuviel: (Blech)
I am going to die someday and, when I do, I want to reincarnate as a nerve ending.

Today, we get to pay bills and buy groceries. We're totally out of cat food and the Pride is getting restless. If I don't offer them food by 4 PM, they will start chewing on my legs like genetically altered swine responding to a man's screams.

I'm going to see Llew later on today.

I need to call Appleone.
tinhuviel: (Weird Al Important)
After work, I'm picking up Aunt Tudi and we're heading to Dr. Patch's to get some Amoxil Drops from Miss Marple and (hopefully) Spiteful. We're also going to the dump to drop off some rubbish and the post office to pick up more rubbish and, hopefully, a DVD. I'm waiting for Last Holiday starring Queen Latifah. Both Aunt Tudi and I loved that movie. It was also the deciding factor in my going to England. And the Gospel music in it never fails to give me chicken pimples, goose bumps, weasel pox, and a host of other animalistic flesh risings.

I was going to see Llew, but have put that off 'til tomorrow. Instead, I'm heading for bed early because I can't seem to keep my eyeballs open. I actually took a half hour nap at lunchtime, I was so sleepy. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but I hate it. It's not like I didn't get enough sleep last night. I went to sleep during The 4400 and slept through til this morning, about 9 hours. It's a good thing I taped The 4400; otherwise, I'd be so pissed right now.

So, that's the agenda for today: Vet's office, post office, and sleep sleep sleep. I'd really like to write on The Chalice some, but that's not gonna happen, not for as long as I'm narcoleptic.
tinhuviel: (Luthien Tinuviel)
I'm taking Diane to her diabetes education class. She was diagnosed with the suck disease whilst in the hospital getting her hip surgery. Am also getting Aunt Tudi's film developed as well as getting some prints of some of the digital pictures I took in England. Afterward, I'm going over to Diane's to show her all the digital pictures on the computer. I plan on getting home around 4 at which time Aunt Tudi and I need to go to the grocery for some milk and salad dressing. We also need to go see the veggie man in Duncan for some homegrown tomatoes ($1.29 a pound for the best damned 'maters on Earth, as opposed to $1.99 a pound for the hideous knots they sell at the grocery). I'm going to see Llew tonight. After I get home, I want to try to write the detailed account of Barry's day. I can remember full sections of our interaction to the minute detail, but I don't know how long that will last. I really want to get it all down before it leaves me. That said, I may bullet a lot of my Barry Encounter instead of trying to put it in story format. It'll be easier that way. I also need to remove the polish from my nails and trim them down somewhat. My hands look atrocious and are unfit for display in a working environment.

I'm a little down in the mouth that my extended vacation from corporate slavery came to such an abrupt end. ::heavy sigh:: I'm really gonna miss Aunt Tudi and all the beasties. BUT! I'll be making good money and I won't be working in the shadow of oppression. Being debt free, I don't have to stay there if I don't want to. Of course, I'll be quite relieved once the credit card is paid off again. Once I start pulling in a paycheck and have that debt gone again, I'm gonna have more money than I know what to do with. Aunt Tudi will want for nothing and I'll even be able to help Janice and Uncle Michael if they let me. Oh, and I can afford to board the dogs for the weekend so I can go see the Father Unit.

Life is good, even if I won't get to sleep it away anymore.
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Heart)
I went to Dr. Jaworski's about my hubcap. She drew a syringe full of fluid off it, then injected it and gave me pain pills, all the while eyeballing the knee and tsk'ing, saying that she doubted I'd last long with it. Gads. My leg is going to fall off.

Afterwards, Aunt Tudi and I went to see Diane at the physical therapy center. She's supposed to be there for a week to six, depending on how well she does with her hip transplant. So far, she's doing great, considering she's only 4 days out of surgery.

We went and paid some bills, ran a couple of errands, and I picked up my meds. I also found a pair of tights that I'm gonna wear with my skirt on THE DAY. Yes, I'm wearing a skirt. A black skirt with a black blouse and black tights and some black shoes. I need to find my shoes! AIEEEE! We got home around 6 and Aunt Tudi called Janice to confirm that she was still gonna take us to the airport. No, she's not. Some emergency sprang up with Johnna and they will all be indisposed at the time Aunt Tudi and I need to be at the airport. I freaked out until Johnna had the idea that we drive to the airport and, after their previous engagement, Johnna and Janice and go pick up the car so I won't have to pay $10 a day for parking. Whew! Johnna is one smart cookie.

On my way over to see Llew, he called to tell me that he has the Slobovian Stomach Flu, not to come. He left the DVDs on the front porch and, when I picked them up, we hugged from afar. I told him I'd make it up to him when I got home and he was feeling healthier. This is what happens when you live with a walking petri dish (AKA a young child).

Coming back home, I called the Mother Unit to wish her a happy birthday. She's treating herself to ringside seats at a WWE Smackdown match. Yes, my mother is as bizarre as they come. I also finally got in touch with Timothy and we've made tentative plans to get together after I get back from Blighty, so I can see his music room. He seems quite proud of it.

Now I'm home and about three quarters of the way packed. No longer do I feel numb; rather, I am in full panic mode, hoping I don't forget anything or screw anything up.

All the beasties are safe and sound at Dr. Patch's. The Outdoor Pride has 60 pounds of kibble on which to subsist, and Johnna is going to fill their pans and give them fresh water daily. Aunt Tudi's back if doing better, and I have in my paws 5 ativan for taking off and landing maneuvers in addition to 20 hydrocodone for my hubcap, which should hopefully soon be a much better kneecap.

Tomorrow, I need to mail an eBay package, set the tape for LOST for this week and next, call some people, and write a couple of emails. I think that's it. We have to be at the airport by 2:30, just to be on the safe side. It's gonna be a long trip, but worth it.

I got a letter from [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, mapping out the holiday itinerary.

OK, here are my proposals -- very fluid, and in some cases possibly over-ambitious:
Thursday:  Brighton (sleep, shopping, acclimatization, Pavilion, seafront.  Full English breakfast out. Supper to be discussed.)
Friday:  Stonehenge and a bit of Wales (I thought you'd want to say you'd been there. Could substitute Glastonbury if you'd rather).  Steve's at night, and probably his cooking (yum).
Saturday (with Steve and his daughter): Avebury, Silbury Hill, West Kennet Long Barrow, Wayland's Smithy, and the Uffington White Horse and Dragon Hill. (Not as ambitious as it sounds, but may still need to be cut.)  Country pub for supper.
Sunday:  Bath, home to Brighton.
Monday:  London -- Buck Palace and a few others, Brit Museum if you like, Stevie's for Bed Viewing, if you like (all being well), Ripper tour. Return to Brighton
Tuesday:  Party party
Wednesday:  Up to you -- more of Brighton, more of Sussex, Dover/Canterbury -- depending on your energy and interest.  May have Graham with us first thing, he's considering staying over. (I doubt anybody else will, but who knows . . .)


This is really happening.

::scampers about on one leg, like a crippled Macaulay Culkin.


May. 8th, 2006 07:40 pm
tinhuviel: (Onslow)
Honestly, I've felt like shit for the past few days. After much consideration, I've concluded that my condition is none other than erectile dysfunction. The longer I'm vertical, the worse I feel. I'll be going to bed early tonight.

Tomorrow, we take the cats and dogs to Dr. Patch's for their week-long vacation. Afterwards, I have an appointment to get my hubcap injected by Dr. Jaworski. Hopefully, the injection will transform it back into a kneecap. If it doesn't, I'm going to a ghetto wheel shop and getting my left leg all blinged out. No sense in having a hubcap that doesn't continue to revolve when I'm sitting at a redlight screaming in pain. Yo.

If you haven't given me your address for a postcard from Blighty, please do so tonight 'cos what I print out tomorrow is the list I'm taking to England. Everyone else will be shit outta luck. So there you go.

I feel like I should be more excited about things than I am. But I'm not. It's like I'm too tired or too out of touch with reality to be thrilled at the thought of going to England. Then again, when something major is happening to me, I tend to numb out, even get in a bad mood. Maybe it's a defense mechanism to deal with any extreme moment in life. Hell if I know.

All I know is I will feel a lot better once I'm in the air and out of Cleveland, settled in for a long sleep thanks to whatever the doc will be giving me when I swing by his office tomorrow with my eager and demanding paw out.


Apr. 23rd, 2006 03:59 pm
tinhuviel: (Snarl)
My Moon has hit me with a sledgehammer, and not even the cool Peter Gabriel sledgehammer, so I doubt I'll get much else than that eBay thing done today. I'm gonna work on the birthday party post and try to get my mind right for the Shriekback history, but I dunno..... I'm unwell.

And hot. Incredibly fucking hot. Steaming, smoke out my ears hot. Words can't express how much I despise South Carolina weather from mid-March to late-October. I sum it up in four words: MIZ UR UH BULL! And, with my hormones in disarray, it's ten times worse.

I had to put my hair up, but it's not as easy as it was before, even though it's totally off my neck when I do get it up. The only problem with it is I scared Aunt Tudi to death when I went outside to talk to her. She was outside doing outside stuff, like she does. How she can stand it at all is beyond me, because she's so hot-natured, the animals and I huddle around her in the Winter to stay warm. Yeah, she's gonna spontaneously combust someday. Anyway, my new 'do is pretty damned frightening, but it's cool, so I don't care.

Little Cindy Lou Who from Hell )

I'm going to get a bagel. My carb cravings are out the roof thanks to my Moon. I want to crawl off into a dark cave and eat potatoes and chocolate whilst shooting at any passersby who get too close to me.


Apr. 22nd, 2006 11:37 pm
tinhuviel: (Nemesis)

  • Put some auctions up on eBay

  • Write about [livejournal.com profile] ealdthryth's birthday party

  • Update the Shriekback history and send it to Barry and Derk

  • Pray for strength for the next 48 hours

Two Weeks!

Apr. 11th, 2006 07:34 pm
tinhuviel: (Ornate Triskele)
We should have our passports in 2 weeks. I'm going to be booking the flights probably next week for 10 May, and we're staying an extra coupla days because [livejournal.com profile] falkenna has the uncanny power of persuasion in her corner.

To all my English buds who want to meet up: we need to coordinate or something. London is more than likely the generic Place of Gathering. We just need to figure out a day, dig? Oh, and [livejournal.com profile] _willowmyst, Haverhill may not be workable as it's 3 trillion miles away from everywhere else I'm supposed to be going, so can you make a day of it in London and show me all the cool places you like to go there? Or do you want to form a caravan and go with us to Swindon to meet The Bald One?

I'm so excited I could just run in a circle and pee on myself. Now that's multi-tasking.

clickie )
tinhuviel: (Mowing)
We're heading back up to Asheville early tomorrow. Then back home to fill out some paperwork and meet Aunt Tudi's doc's appointment. Maybe we'll get some bills paid. We also need to get more tomatoes, some pickles, and granola.

After business hours, I'm to go see Llew. We haven't seen each other in weeks.

Thinking about all this makes me tired as hell.

That reminds me. Our next door neighbour, Mary, saw me out mowing the grass for the first time this season. She's like 360 years old and can barely move, but she werbled up to the fence to inform me that she didn't recognise me the other day. I told her, "Yeah, I don't go out much anymore. I'm slowly becoming a hermit." But she was talking about my weightloss. Gah! I didn't even think about that. I figured it was just because she hadn't seen me in ages and she can barely see as it is. It's been over 2 years and people still yammer about my weight. Maybe that's why I'm becoming a hermit. Heh. Vicious cycle yo.

As previously mentioned, I cut the grass today, for the first time this season. It was up to my knees in places and that's not good. But now it's all flat and purdy and all my hard work will last for all of 48 hours before it starts looking ratty again thanks to the crap weather in this hellhole of the South. Blargh.
tinhuviel: (Chaos)

  • Call Elizabeth at Kelly Services about a possible job.

  • Run by and pay home insurance.

  • Zip to PO to post [livejournal.com profile] xanadumalion goodie bag.

  • Take the ION to Saturn for it's regularly scheduled service.

  • Go by H&R Block and get my taxes done.

  • Come home, shake my fist in the general direction of Washington DC, then cry myself to sleep.

  • Wake up at 9 to watch LOST.

  • Turn off the TV, shake my fist in the general direction of Hawaii, then cry myself to sleep again.

  • Awake in the wee hours and begin the refurbishment of Shriekback's history. Do I dare include the fact that Barry doesn't look like he's aged since 1983? Should I alert the Paranormal Police about his psychic activities? Or should I just keep my pie-hole shut, my head down, and my focus on the less surreal bits about the band?

What do you have planned today?
tinhuviel: (Kowalski)
When Aunt Tudi and I got home, we found a bathtub full of Shmoop Poop! She's still doing it, which means it's the food. I took pictures of the sorry situation to show to Dr. Patch tomorrow when I see him. I'm sure he'll suggest an expensive food that we can't feed everyone, so the outdoor prides will have to be converted from free feeders to being fed once or twice a day under supervision so Shmoop won't join in. Oy....the problems this entails. ::hits head on the nearest hard surface::

I'm including a picture of the horror to which we came home. Mind, this bathtub is almost 40 years old and is cast iron; thus the dark splotches. Except for all the shite, our bathtub is quite clean! GAH!!!

shmoop poop everywhere everywhere EVERYWHERE! )

Oh, she left a couple of butt stains on my bed too, so I'll be sleeping on the couch tonight. I don't mind sleeping on the couch; in fact, I prefer it. But it cramps Aunt Tudi's style, so there's that. We've already cleaned up the bath room. The tub looks wonderful, thanks to Aunt Tudi. I've redone the litter pan and did all the leg work the clean-up required. Now, we're both just sitting here, stymied.

Tomorrow: laundry (lots of it), vet visit for Motley, picking up the dogs, the last half of diabetes education for Aunt Tudi, and a visit to Llew.

Tonight: the occasional whimper just prior to passing the fuck out.
tinhuviel: (Llama!)
It started out earlier than most of my days lately. I woke up around 7 AM feeling like my head had expanded to the size of a beach ball and I couldn't breathe through my nose. Thinking I was dead with a cold, I called the doctor and postponed my lab work that was scheduled for 10 AM. I now go next Monday at 10:50. In hopes it might help a little, I popped a Zyrtec and went back to bed. I woke up at 11 AM feeling fantastico. So, apparently, I am enjoying Springtime allergies. Yippee!

I started getting ready to go 'cos Aunt Tudi had to be down at the hospital at 1 PM for her diabetes education class. On our way out, Aunt Tudi asked, "Do you want to wear your watch today, y'know...just in case we get separated?" "Yeah," I said, "but is there something special about our watches now? Are they like Mission Impossible location devices or voice transmitters instead of simple time-telling devices? Or maybe, if I misplace you, you're thinking that the first thing I'll want to do is know the time I noticed you disappeared in the event I'm interrogated by the big police?"

Sometimes Aunt Tudi is really kinda strange.

On the way into town, we spied the oddest sign sticking out of the ground. It was one of those little signs attached to garden sticks and all it said was STORK RENTAL and a phone number. How cool is that? Who needs those spendy fertility doctors when all you have to do is a rent a stork? Should I ever decide I want a screaming, drooling, hairless little freak, I'll be sure to call that number and rent my stork. With my luck, I'll get the drunk stork who delivered Bugs Bunny to the gorilla couple in the classic cartoon Gorilla My Dreams.

The diabetes education class was quite informative and exactly what we needed to help Aunt Tudi control her diabetes. We go back next Monday for the second part of the education class, then on Tuesday for the nutrition class. Next week is already promising to be busy-busy. I was hoping to take a day next week and go down to Tri-County for a tour and to take my placement tests. If I get to do it next week, it'll have to be on Thursday or Friday....and I'm not really sure I want to do it that late in the week. So now, I'm thinking more like two weeks from today. Yeah. I'll call and set up the appointment for then.

Up until this, it had been a relatively decent day. Nothing to really squeal about, but decent nonetheless. Aunt Tudi and I went to Dr. Patch's to pick up Riley, Chester, Sheba, and Motley. Aunt Tudi went on in while I went down to the dumpster to throw away our Arby's bag so the dogs wouldn't go berserk when they smelled roast beef. I spied Levi the Llama in the stable and said hi to him, and thus began the moment that not only made my day, it made my entire 2006 so far! Levi flipped his ears and ambled up to the fence to greet me. I let him smell my hand so he could decide whether or not he wanted anything to do with me and he accepted me as a friend. I patted him on the cheek and told him I loved him and then it happened.

the mostest wonderful thing! )
tinhuviel: (Molina)
Rarely do I drink alcohol. I'm usually not that fond of it. I like mixed drinks that don't taste like alcohol. That's my bag. So tomorrow, I'm taking the Father Unit, Stepmother Unit, and Aunt Tudi out for dinner at Applebees. The Stepmother Unit will be the one driving, so I'm planning on drinking like an idiot. Something strong with Captain Morgan's spiced rum in it. Everyone around me can eat til they pop like dog ticks. Me? I'm gonna behave like an unwashed wino on a binge. This is my plan and I'll be damned if anyone tries to dissuade me. If available, I may even get up and slur a few karaoke tunes for to entertain the astonished audience. Yea, they shall have the look of tharn upon their face as "Don't Stop Believin" belches forth from the stinking alcoholic core of my being.


Step 1

Jan. 27th, 2006 09:08 pm
tinhuviel: (Barry Interview)
Much to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna's joy when she reads this, Aunt Tudi and I picked up the forms we need to file for our passports. Once I get my 401k money, things should move relatively quickly from there. I'm still looking at travelling to England in April, probably late April. Once the passports are in hand and the flights are booked, a more definite date will be available.

As the time grows closer, I have the urge to get an extra memory card for the camera. If I keep the pics to 640x480, I can take around 1300 pictures if I get an extra memory card the size of the one I already have. That's pretty darned sweet. And I would really like to get some Quicktime movies of B for the site. Now that I have a buttload of available space, I think it'd be pretty groovy to have B in motion for all those interested to behold and swoon along with me.

I also have the urge to get an MP3 player to listen to whilst on the plane, but I don't know if I should splurge that much. I'm already going to be getting a new computer for school. I don't need an MP3 player. But having one for the trip would be sweeter than sweet. And I could store songs I want to play for [livejournal.com profile] falkenna and Barry. Hell, I may make a poll about this and get other people's opinion. Yeah, that's the ticket.

And there's the issue of getting a decent outfit for when I meet The Bald One. Something with a really high collar and a kevlar hat and corset. Something black or black and red. Something breathtaking that will make me look smaller, but also very imposing and maybe even a a little threatening. With matching boots that can conceal knives. Word.


Jan. 23rd, 2006 01:19 pm
tinhuviel: (Shmoop)
She's older than she looks. I had her pegged at around 5 months, but Dr. Patch says she's closer to 6 months. D'oh! She has a spaying appointment for 2 March. Doc says he thinks Motley won't get any larger than around 7 pounds. It may be a good thing she's a little hellion since the other two are 10 pounds and over. She'll need that attitude to match the others' poundage.

We're about to go out to the post office, the dump, and a grocery store. Once we get back home, I'm calling Fidelity and demanding my money before the government hijacks it for Zee Vorrrrrr.
tinhuviel: (Alpaca Battle Cry)
As I've stressed before, I'm not a nice person. I'm not a good person. I'd say that I'm pretty much Chaotic Neutral. I'm not nice in that I harbour a great disdain and dislike for my fellow Humans. My misanthropy is far-reaching and engulfs even myself. When I pray for the Alpaca Lips, I don't think that I'll survive it to see the aftermath. In fact, I take the coward's route and hope to the Mighties that I am one of the first to go when the Alpaca Lips gets into full swing. I want to be at ground zero if the Bomb hits. I want to wheeze my last breath in the first group of flu or plague victims.

Right now I'm doing a very bad thing by re-reading The Stand by Stephen King. It's only my second reading, my first being in 1980 when I was 12 years old. Even then I could appreciate the wonder of a population-decimating event, but I'm appreciating it even more this time around. I have 26 years of cynicism built up now, 26 years of disappointment in Humanity. Nothing would please me more than to see Stephen King's Alpaca Liptic novel come true.

I know I've said this before, but maybe I joked about it too much. It's not a joking matter to me, really. I truly hope that the Avian or Bird Flu is the One. I hope we have abandoned homes and businesses. I thrill at the thought of quiet highways and silent cities. I am not a good person.

Humanity needs a serious decrease in population and deserves an ass-kicking by some natural force that makes no bones about being outside the realm of Human control. We need to be reminded that we are not in control of this planet or even ourselves to a great degree. We need to lose our capacity for civilisation and be eaten by the wolves for a while. And the Western World needs to get a taste of something this horrific more than any other place on Earth. I'm hoping that Mother Nature leaves Africa alone for once. They've suffered more than enough and are still suffering thanks to Western policy. Let Humanity's homeland in peace! Let it prosper in the wake of worldwide destruction!

I've decided that, should I survive such a holocaust, I am going to go to all the local zoos and free the animals so they will at least have a fighting chance to survive instead of being locked up and helpless when the zookeepers call into work dead. Nothing would delight me more than to see a pride of lions establish dominance on the land that once was Hollywild. I doubt that I'll be one of the ones to be left after the flu flies through but, just in case, when I get my 401k money, I'm going to purchase some tools that will help me cut through bars and locks so I can fulfill my chosen task when the time comes.

If I do get sick with the flu, I need to make sure I go visit some folks at The Pit and be sure to seek out the Feudal Mistress for a drive-by snotting. I can't be put in jail for murder if I'm dead from the flu, can I? And there are so many who need killin'. I just want to make sure they aren't left out of the fray. Wouldn't it be my duty to give the flu to those deserving shitheads? I think it would be.

So, I've mapped out my plans. Spread the wealth if I get the flu, free the animals if I don't. I think that's pretty good. Now, if only the Avian Flu would hurry up and get here.
tinhuviel: (Mongo)
One of my all-time favourite movies is on USA right now: Event Horizon. I will watch this movie every chance I get. When we switched to DVD, it was the first DVD I bought. That one scene where they finally decode the ship's log and see what happened when the gravity drive was engaged, then Laurence Fishburne (who is always THE MAN) said, "We're leaving" is the best scene not just in this movie but any damned movie EVAR. The deadpan reaction to the utter mayhem is priceless. PRICELESS.

And then there are so many good looking men in this film:
Laurence Fishburne
Sean Pertwee (who has the second best line: "This ship is fucked.")
Sam Neill
Richard T. Jones (who has the third best line: "Don't hit me!" and the fourth best line: "Would you like something hot and black inside you?")
Jason Isaacs (who should play Barry Andrews in a movie, any movie, please dammit, I said please!)

If I ever get a pair of fake eyes, trust me, there will be a "liberate tutemae ex inferis" icon. That'd be fun. Really fun.

Today, I feel like warmed over shit on shit. I fell yesterday, did I mention? Fell...right...down...but I didn't break my crown. Almost, but not quite. I have a bruise on my face and one on my forehead, and I have several bruises on my bad knee, which should go over very well with the orthopaedist on Friday. And I hurt. Oh how I hurt. I'm not going into how or why I fell. I don't like to embarrass myself over clumsiness. Suffice to say I am not fucking amused.

Have yet to make it to the post office. Thought about going yesterday, then it occurred to me that I was not able to because of the holiday. Maybe I'll go on Friday. I have so many things to mail there. And I also need to get the passport thingamabob rolling. My problem is that I have less than zero motivation. LESS than. I'd like to say all I want to do is sleep, but I really don't want to do that either. I have no inclination to do anything. It would take The Alpaca Lips to get my arse in gear. Guess that's why I'm so keen on having a good ole Alpaca Lips.

Okay, now we're watching Judge Judy kick everybody's arse. Judge Judy never fails to cheer me up.


Jan. 3rd, 2006 08:56 pm
tinhuviel: (Mr. Tiscic)
Instead of doing anything Aunt Tudi and I were planning on doing, we both stayed in bed and moaned ourselves into oblivion. She has set up an inner ear infection and throat infection, and I am having fun with a migraine that won't seem to completely go away. Joy!

Aunt Tudi is going to try to get to the doctor first thing in the morning. Since I'll have to take her, that means I'll be cleaning up my act and attending to other duties as well as Aunt Tudi's healthcare. I need to get to SC Telco and close my account with them. Then I need to pay my car insurance. And rip out my funds from my 401k provider. And go to the unemployment office. And....and....and.... The list goes on. Glaaaaachhh..

In the fine tradition of Southern Belle's everywhere, I'll think about it tuhmarrah.

The Stand

Dec. 7th, 2005 10:14 pm
tinhuviel: (Cads)
I'm reading it again for the first time since 1980. It's the unabridged version which, I hear, is superior. I'm just hoping I can finish it before I die of the the super flu that the "authoritEYEZ" keep foretelling. Although....that'd be rather ironic. I can see the headlines now:


What's weird is I opened the book up to get reacquainted with it and just happened to open to the pages on which Nadine consummates her marriage to the Walkin' Dude.

Tonight I'm going to watch Starship Troopers until I pass out from exhaustion.

Tomorrow, Aunt Tudi and I have errands to run. Then I'm coming home to start the radical overhaul of barryandrews.net. Between bouts of battling with HTML, I shall read on The Stand and work on The Chalice. I don't know what I'm gonna do with myself once I'm in school and employed. There will be no time to do anything, which will frustrate me no end.
tinhuviel: (Dave Matthews)
The last time I looked at the clock, it was 2:30. The next time I looked at the clock, it was 5:00. I never really got to sleep. My mind kept repeating the chorus to "Ring of Fire" over and over and over and over and over and overand over....and over.....

Am now having a hot chocolate with a spoon of freeze dried coffee in. It's mochalicious.

Also, I'm watching From Hell for the umpteenth hundredth time. While watching Johnny Depp prepare his laudanum and Absinthe mixture, I got to thinking of Demon Boy and how he lauded the wonders of Absinthe. Then I got to thinking about how he, too, was writing a vampire story. We had an inordinate amount of things in common, yet he frightened me beyond reason. Perhaps it's because I frighten myself.

So I linked From Hell to Demon Boy and Absinthe to vampires to Cadmus to my own sick psyche and there I am. That's how my mind works.

For instance, there's a new kitten on the hill. He's a ginger cat and has a half tail just like Smidgen. The difference is he's a boy and he can move his little stump. So I was thinking about what I could name him and I figured I should link him up with Smidgen since they're obviously related and he looks so much like her, not to mention he exhibits her own sweet nature. So I started out with "Smidgen" and thought "Pigeon" then "Stidgen" then "Sturgeon," so I named him Theodore. *wibble*

Upon viewing the lovely lobotomy in From Hell, I have decided that the Redeye Grandé is the modern equivalent to a Victorian brain procedure. I feel thoroughly lobotomised and am compelled to curl up in the corner of a filthy, feces strewn back room of an old English asylum.

My nose and toes are quite chilly, but the rest of me is comfy save for a pulled muscle in my left shoulder. Why is it always my left side that gives me problems? Sometimes I think that, if I could saw myself in half and dispose of my left side, I'd feel lots better.

Today's agenda: go pay bills and take Aunt Tudi to her lung doctor. I also need to run by the store and pick up a couple of things for the upcoming trip to NYC. I can't believe it's come up so quickly. Oh, and I need to write my homies at RCA and see what the plan is for next week. Verily must I meet the folks with whom I suffered so much terror in The Pit. We've much to discuss and we're due quite a few weeps on each other's shoulders. I wonder if they'll have Dave Matthews for me as a wee giftie? That'd be grand.


Oct. 25th, 2005 12:59 pm
tinhuviel: (Cylon)

  • Get shower

  • Get dressed

  • Shake Aunt Tudi awake

  • Pour her into the car

  • Go to Dr. Patch's office and pick up copious amounts of antibiotics for Shmoop

  • Go buy blankets

  • Come home and pour antibiotics down Shmoop's goozle

  • Take a picture of myself with the new phone for a new KHAAAAAN icon

  • Shake my head slowly as I ponder how pathetic I am

  • Go see Llew

  • Come home

  • Get online

  • Make new icon

  • Go to bed early

The end.

I'm off to hose down.
tinhuviel: (unemployment)
Everything I was supposed to do today will have to be done on Monday. Aunt Tudi was rather sick all day, so we stayed home. I'm still planning on filling out the FAFSA, dragging out tax info, and setting up my printer though. I can do it in my leisure since the only thing I have planned over the weekend is a visit with Llew tomorrow.
tinhuviel: (unemployment)
Tomorrow is gonna be busy.

  1. I need to go to One Stop and formally request WIA benefits and get my book signed.

  2. I need to call Spartanburg Tech and set up an appointment with admissions and financial aid.

  3. I need to drag out my tax information for last year so I can provide these records for financial aid purposes.

  4. I need to fill out my FAFSA forms and submit them to the government.

  5. I need to set up my new printer and print out my job search evidence.

I also need to find out from the One Stop folks if I can qualify for WIA if I want to go to a school other than Spartanburg Tech. If I can, then it's Tri-County for me, 'cos they have a vet tech program.

My plan is to ingest copious amounts of coffee to get me buzzing and motivated. All else will follow.


Oct. 5th, 2005 11:21 pm
tinhuviel: (Surly Bear)
I'm going to bed now, since my adrenaline has finally leveled out.

Tomorrow, I go see Llew and connect with Rick.

Friday, we drop the dogs and cats off at Dr. Patch's to be boarded for a week.

Saturday, we head for the Father Unit's.

But, for now, I sleep.


Oct. 1st, 2005 02:24 pm
tinhuviel: (Dark Eyes)
I'm about to get cleaned up to go over to [livejournal.com profile] sifu_rick's abode for a little while. I also need to pick up Aunt Tudi's prescriptions, go to the dump and drop off a bag of garbage, and get back to the house by 5 PM. The only thing stopping me from doing all this is I haven't the inclination to get ready. Some unknown force within me is keen on staying home and watching VH-1 Classics. Maybe later.

Also later, I'd like to work a more on Sui Generis. Cadmus keeps tapping me on my shoulder and breathing down my neck. It scares me.

There's a shower with my name scrawled all over it.
tinhuviel: (Toothy)
Last night, I suffered from restless legs and insomnia. When I finally got to sleep, I engaged in the slumber of the dead, so much so, that I didn't wake up until after 2 PM this afternoon.

Once I was awake, lucid, and dressed, Aunt Tudi and I went to the post office so I could mail my pay-off to Onyx. They're the ones who have my car title clutched in their claw-like fingers. It was a fantastic feeling, knowing that soon the car will be mine outright. I mailed the check out via certified priority mail. Not only will it arrive to Onyx by no later than Tuesday, but I'll be able to track it and know when the check gets there.

By then is was 4:15. We zizzed by the bank so I could deposit my unemployment check, and then we went to California Dreaming to pick up dinner: the incredibly delicious California Dreaming salad. Dropping our salads off at home, Aunt Tudi and I scooted out to Ingles to pick up the TV Guide, some dog food, and some olives.

We got home right at 6 PM, munched on abundant salad, and watched The Golden Girls.

It's been an incredibly relaxing day and I'm very thankful to have hand an wellspring of such days at this time in my life. One of the reasons for it being such a great day is that our high was 77. SEVENTY-SEVEN. The promise of Autumn temperatures was more than apparent today. The air was cool and clean, the sun not so ferocious, and there was a gentle breeze. Fantastic!

Tomorrow, I am to go to the drug store and pick up mine and Aunt Tudi's monthly prescriptions. I'm also planning on going over to [livejournal.com profile] sifu_rick's domicile to watch and listen to PaYnE. [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake may go with me if her ex gets the girls for the weekend. I'm not gonna hold my breath though.

I'm gonna see if Llew wants to go with me. I think he'd be impressed with PaYnE's live set.
tinhuviel: (PSA)
Lie on the couch and bleed, whilst watching LOST and Battlestar Galactica on DVD. My goals are simple, my needs are few.
tinhuviel: (Molina)
I must go see Dr. Sovenyhazy tomorrow for the follow up check up for my colonoscopy. Afterward, it's Wally World time. Then I'm coming home to curl up and moan in honour of my Moon.

The end.
tinhuviel: (Tin)
Get up early..GAH! Don't wanna. Clean up my act and head for the SC Employment Commission office for a mandatory job-hunting class. I have to be there at 9 AM and the class lasts approximately two hours. Since I talked to the lady who leads the class last week, she told me that I need only remind her that we've already talked and she'll sign my unemployment book and let me get the hell out of there instead having to wait for a one-on-one interview we've already had.

After that, I must call the credit card insurance companies and have the required paperwork sent to me so I can file my unemployment claims with them. It's been a month almost since I left The Pit, so it's time to move on that little bit of loveliness.

I may then mow the grass, with the grass catcher, and make the yard surprisingly clean and pretty for Aunt Tudi to "ooh" and "ahh" over. Besides, I need to get my physical obligations in order before my Moon begins and my body falls into several large pieces on the ground.

But I have to be finished with all that hooha by 8PM tomorrow night 'cos, at 8, there's a season 1 retrospective show on LOST and then, at 9, the season 2 premiere comes on. I'm all over that like a rat's nest on a gnat's knuckle. I expect that I'll be hearing from Cherise during the show. We must to scream at each other during the commercials.

And this is my 4000th post! ::does the dance of the damned::
tinhuviel: (Asthma Hound Chihuahua)
Take Aunt Tudi for a hair cut at 3 PM, come home and die.

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tinhuviel: (Farce)

  1. Sleep in

  2. Go see War of the Worlds

  3. Go to Garners for cramp pills for Aunt Tudi and some energy supplement for myself

  4. Go to Eckerd and look for Tylenol

  5. Go see Llew

  6. Come home, scream and scamper about to let off steam

  7. Drag out Shriekback CDs for [livejournal.com profile] falkenna

  8. Watch The 4400

  9. Die

The upcoming work week may be slightly easier if Becky returns to us from her last week's vacation. Here's hoping she doesn't desert us like all the Temps before her. We need her more now than ever before, since our department is down to 3 people (Judy, myself, and the Feudal Mistress). If Becky doesn't show, I'm going to have a coniption fit like no fit that has gone before it. That's not a threat but, yea! a promise!


Jan. 3rd, 2003 09:51 am
tinhuviel: (Owl)
Happy New Year

Hoping 2003 will be much better than 2002. It could be a crap year and still be better than 2002. How hideous, eh?

I'm thinking very seriously about changing some things in my life this year. I realise I'm not very happy and I know that I have to give up certain aspects of my life to eventually make it better.

I've decided to try to get the gastric bypass surgery. It means a major fight with my insurance company, but I am confident of winning, especially since I'm beginning to have health problems that will cost Cigna more money in the long run if they aren't addressed by targeting the source.

Speaking of health, I got a call from Dr. Yost the other day. My blood sed rate was pretty high, so he wants to test me for rheumatoid arthritis and lupus. Whee! ::she says sarcastically:: This may explain my painful joints, anemia, and why I'm so bloody tired all the time, though. It'd be nice to know why I'm feeling like this, finally.

My settlement fell through, so it means I'm stuck here at my job. But that's OK. I'm going to do what I can about my health and then get another job. Sure, I may be treated like crap almost anywhere, but at least I won't have so much effort and emotion invested elsewhere.

I'm also seriously considering taking some courses in the arena of social work. I've discovered that my skills fall in line with careers like that, so why not? A person has to be pretty hard-hearted at times, given the issues that arise in the public field, but I don't think I'd have a problem with that. Or maybe I would. I really won't know until I try, eh?

Barry has 4 gigs this month. 2 in NY (the Knitting Factory on 17th and the Luxx on the 19th), 1 in DC (the Black Cat on the 14th), and one in Philly (Tin Angel on the 16th). I'm very excited for him and my fellow Shriek fans who will get to attend the concerts! He mentioned something about a big tour in April. Not sure what it's all about yet, but I'm certain I'll get the skinny soon enough.

Still missing Henry like nobody's business. It's unbelievable how much of a hole he has left in my life ~ just my simple daily activities! Daisy is still looking for him and now she's taken to licking the Kibbles&Bits box in which they both liked to lounge. Aunt Tudi and I both think she's licking to retrieve Henry's scent and possibly feel closer to him. It's been a difficult week. At least I'm not boo-hoo-ing at work now, like a wimpy Jedi weakling.

So, it's Friday and I've taken a few quizzes. My fave is the Hannibal quiz, given to me by the illustrious [livejournal.com profile] sri3m, but all of them are pretty darned groovy.
enjoy )

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