So. Spring Break. And stuff.
.... I... don't even know. My life has been up in the air since Saturday morning. I went and made Granola w/ my boss Sat afternoon after taking my Human Ev test (A+++), so that was cool. Then I went to Claire's, and it turns out she's pregnant again (yay! planned and happy times.) Then we went to the GIANT GIRL SCOUT LOCKIN OF DOOM that they were holding at the mall. 10-6am, and... honestly, they were ridiculously unprepared. Ridiculously. 'They' being 'Claire'.
I love her. I do.
But I also got stuck with girls who seriously were entitlist brats, and then my asthma started. Took my inhaler, didn't work, I was shaking like a leaf, and was all I HAVE TO GO HOME, so... I did. 4AM,
silensy talking me home so I didn't drive into a ditch. Ridiculous.
I did, though, buy a Build-A-Bear. Cuthbert-the-Bear is actually a reading bear - they donated money to Children's First Books when I bought him. He has cowbear boots and a hat.
However. I bought fimo to make him a 'prentice gun, and found out that my oven has a: no lower temp numbers / dots (numbers are only 450 and 500, dots stop at 350), and when run at low temperatures, my kitchen smells like natural gas. AWESOME.
I need to make another vet appt for Kory, although I don't know if I can find time before next week. I'll need to call them and try. She's just not thriving, and I don't know why. I wish I could help. I wish I could do something, and I feel so bad that I can't. I don't know if it's because of stress (the house going through clutter stages) or if something is really wrong. She does seem better when things are tidy, so I'm going to give that a shot after work tomorrow. Part of me wonders if it's Bart; he picks on her some, and even when they play it's still a dominance thing (biting of the throat, etc.) and I wonder if she would honestly be happier in a one-cat family, or be healthier, or.... I don't even know.
I know that's so sad to even think about; I think that because she's a loner, I haven't bonded nearly as much as I have with Bart - he who is currently curled up in a ball over my ankle and never leaves me alone and gets pissed off when I close the bathroom door. That's the other thing.
He's healthy. I feel guilty because he makes it easy to pay attention to him.
I'm going to be trying to pay more attention to her, and straighten stuff and just hope, I guess. =/ vet soon. It makes me sort of worried about going to Boston, but not so much since I'm only going to be gone like... 48 hours. (half Friday, all Saturday, half sunday).
Okay. Now, I'm actually going to go to bed once I check on her. Blagh.
AND THEN SOMETIMES I WONDER IF I'M NUTS. She's fine now. The unwashed fur is now washed, the dull eyes are bright. Did she just wake up the last time I saw her? Phase of the moon? I DON'T EVEN KNOW *flops back into bed* I am going to probably make an appointment for next tuesday morning, since I'll have time and nothing due that day.