I lost another pet today.  No, not Arya, thank god.  My cat Artemis, who was living with my mom back in California, died the day before Goya did, and I just found out today.  My only relief is that she lived to a good 15 years old, and she was actually dying rather than being euthanized for convenience.  At least I managed to prevent that from ( Read more... )

Sort of stressed out right now.  Well, more like that thing that comes after stress when you can't actually be all "OHMYGAWDOHMYGAWD" anymore because you've been doing it too long and now you're just tired.  My job is good so far, at least (though I'd be happy if my boss didn't comment on my food issues ever again... it's not her fault that I'm so ( Read more... )

Yesterday, my cat Goya died.  She was only about 7 or 8 years old.  She was an adorable, wonderful, lovable cat, and I love(d) her.

Here are some pictures of her:


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What were the writers thinking?  I am not exaggerating when I say that, by the end of this episode I was crying and shaking with rage.  I recognize that I may have some issues that are specific to me and my life that color my viewing here, but… really, even if you disregard the creepy medical stuff as an average viewer and see this as a ( Read more... )

I just want the semester to be over so I can sleep for a week or otherwise engage in pointless escapism without any shame.  I'm so close to being done with one of my finals, but then I have to pretty much teach myself Income Tax at this point.  Fuck.  Somehow I pulled a victory from the jaws of defeat with the MPRE, maybe I can do that here.  It'd ( Read more... )

Goya had her tumor removal surgery today.  It seems to have gone well.  They removed all her tumors in one go (so thankfully I don't have to worry about planning a second surgery for her!), as there were a lot of them on both sides, and thankfully there was enough cat pudge to sew her back up afterwards even after such an extensive surgery.  She's ( Read more... )

My cat Goya has cancer.  She's probably going to have a surgery in the next week or so, but even that has a pretty small chance of actually making things right in the long run.  She probably won't make it longer than a number of months unless she's one of the 20% or so cats who survive mammary cancer.

( WARNING: Medical and needle squick )

Let's see...

I finished a draft of my law journal article.  I don't think the thing I was freaking out about is actually a problem, and I'm not going to worry about it until I need to.  Right now, the damn thing is done, I've earned my credits for journal, I've satisfied my upper level writing requirement for Suffolk.... yeah.  I don't need to freak ( Read more... )

I finally got back to making plushies.  And really, what with this guy being one of my favorite fictional characters right now, I had to make one of him.  So yeah.  :D  This is easily the biggest plush I've ever made, and probably the  most complex.  I hand-sewed the entire plush out of fleece.  As crazy as I am, however, I was not even going to ( Read more... )

No, I really don't need to have a freak-out at 4:30 in the frigging morning over whether the premise of my entire law journal note is irreparably flawed and I just wasted my entire semester on a project with a logical hole big enough to drive a bus through.  I also don't need to go off and try to see if my sleep-deprived brain can grasp the meaning ( Read more... )