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I slept for twelve hours last night and am still tired. Today I bought myself some kitchen knives and some tapioca pudding. My mattress squeaks whenever I turn over, I don't know where I'm supposed to be tomorrow or at what time, and my room key still has not been given to me because workers at campus police misplaced it.
Also, though we've suspected it for a while, the veterinarian confirmed on Friday that my TJ-kins has FIP. Essentially he will eventually waste away, so all we can do is keep him comfortable and happy until he begins to suffer, then put him to sleep. Given how quickly he's been losing weight lately, I'm not expecting him to last more than a month, and WHOOPEE, I get to be down here at school and miss these last few weeks of my kitten's life. I AM SO HAPPY.
However, I've spent the past two days unpacking and watching Scrubs almost non-stop. I've gotten my things put away and my closet all arranged, the weather hasn't been too hot, and today I cooked some real food, which was fabulous. Also, did I mention the tapioca pudding? And sleeping twelve hours last night? And Scrubs? So there are good things going on too. Plus, this past Wednesday I got to venture on up to Cedar Point with some cool folks and that was a very fun day, and then on Thursday Jeremy and I got to hang out and bake cheesecake brownies and get lost taking a walk in my spiderweb of a neighborhood. So, some good things.
Still, I cry at least once a day over my cat. Also I'm still kicking myself for saying yes to this job. At first I was just bothered that it was extending the time apart from B., but I told myself I was just being a whiner, that two and a half more weeks isn't that big of a deal, that I should grow up and stop being dependant. But I still kicked myself over it because I miss him. Now I'm kicking myself harder because I'm probably never going to see my cat again.
To avoid ending this on a downer, here's something so cute I didn't know whether to puke or enjoy it.
Also, a funny tidbit: this afternoon I was walking from the kitchen back down the hall toward my room with a pointy-edged potato peeler in one hand and three kitchen knives - including a big ol' chef's knife - in the other hand, and I thought, "Gee, this would be the perfect time for someone to jump out of the shadows and try to mug me!" Unfortunately in real life, like in the comedic movies, when someone jumps out of the shadows all you're armed with is an umbrella at best, but usually more like a rubber ducky and a loofah, and that ain't gonna help nobody.
Also, though we've suspected it for a while, the veterinarian confirmed on Friday that my TJ-kins has FIP. Essentially he will eventually waste away, so all we can do is keep him comfortable and happy until he begins to suffer, then put him to sleep. Given how quickly he's been losing weight lately, I'm not expecting him to last more than a month, and WHOOPEE, I get to be down here at school and miss these last few weeks of my kitten's life. I AM SO HAPPY.
However, I've spent the past two days unpacking and watching Scrubs almost non-stop. I've gotten my things put away and my closet all arranged, the weather hasn't been too hot, and today I cooked some real food, which was fabulous. Also, did I mention the tapioca pudding? And sleeping twelve hours last night? And Scrubs? So there are good things going on too. Plus, this past Wednesday I got to venture on up to Cedar Point with some cool folks and that was a very fun day, and then on Thursday Jeremy and I got to hang out and bake cheesecake brownies and get lost taking a walk in my spiderweb of a neighborhood. So, some good things.
Still, I cry at least once a day over my cat. Also I'm still kicking myself for saying yes to this job. At first I was just bothered that it was extending the time apart from B., but I told myself I was just being a whiner, that two and a half more weeks isn't that big of a deal, that I should grow up and stop being dependant. But I still kicked myself over it because I miss him. Now I'm kicking myself harder because I'm probably never going to see my cat again.
To avoid ending this on a downer, here's something so cute I didn't know whether to puke or enjoy it.
Click to viewAlso, a funny tidbit: this afternoon I was walking from the kitchen back down the hall toward my room with a pointy-edged potato peeler in one hand and three kitchen knives - including a big ol' chef's knife - in the other hand, and I thought, "Gee, this would be the perfect time for someone to jump out of the shadows and try to mug me!" Unfortunately in real life, like in the comedic movies, when someone jumps out of the shadows all you're armed with is an umbrella at best, but usually more like a rubber ducky and a loofah, and that ain't gonna help nobody.