now....reality.
Biting to the Quick
What is it that makes biting one's nails so satisfying? It's certainly not having stubby, useless nails when you're done. It's certainly not the sheddings of nail you leave on yourself as you gnaw. And it's certainly not a "fashionable" thing to do....so why? There's just nothing quite as satisfying as just chewing away without thought or care though. Especially when doing it mindlessly during a semi-minded task like driving. (hey, we all have times we drive on "auto-pilot" so don't act all surprised)
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{{{man, I am so good at starting something - like this entry - and then getting totally distracted for like an hour of mindless surfing. tee hee...where was I?}}
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Saw my Kitty!
Yeah! Heard from the vet's office this morning. They said Kush was doing well, but that they wanted to keep him over the weekend for observation and such (just in case since, hello? major surgery!), but that I could come in at noon and visit. Oh, I have to tell you that there was nothing quite so wonderful as actually seeing him, and literally, physically touching him. I know the doctor called last night and told me he was ok and alive, but it just wasn't real until I could actually see him there. The poor thing though looked so much the worse for wear. *pouts* His whole left side, tummy, and hind leg was shaven, his grey skin was covered in light bruises (from the operation), and worst of all, his skin was held together in a thick line with what appeared to be sutures the size of railroad ties. On top of it all, his right front leg had a catheter still in it for easy access for injected drugs and/or blood samples. The whole paw was swollen nearly double in size and he held it up in pain. I cried when I saw him both in relief that he was there in front of me and the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that I was the one that did that to him. I mean, yes, I understand that it was his only chance to survive, but still....seeing him so battered, hurting, and scared like that just hit me like a fist in my gut. I murmmered soothing words to him, told him how much I loved him, petted and kissed his little grey head, but I still couldn't get entirely past the fact that he was in pain because of me. What a damn hard thing to face.
But....he's alive and he at least has a chance now.
More waiting to come. Waiting on the results of the biopsy to determine how things will go for the long term. *crosses fingers that there will be a long term* Trying to think positive. Love him too much not to.
Do I look like Tech Support?
To my mom I sure do. The fact that I understand these odd "computer" things means I must know everything! Especially anything having to do with why the hell they've yet to be able to get online from their oversized paperweight...er, pc. (barely. it's not even pentium 1 class!) After over TWO HOURS on the phone with Earthlink (who were helpful and friendly despite the frustration), including over an hour and a half of loading files from the Windows 95 floppy disks (all 22 of them...ugh...), we went from a Blue Screen Of Death when trying to establish a connection, to a lovely frozen system. Joy of joys.
Seeing as it's an ancient Compaq (*shudder*), and that it was running Win 3.11 when they bought it (warning folks, don't buy old computers from "friends" - there's a reason it's $150 and they don't want it anymore), it's no wonder that the OS is basically corrupt from the start. Add in the fact that my mom and stepfather have NO clue what a pc is (they think when you install a program, you lose RAM instead of harddrive space) let alone what they are doing when they've been fiddling with it for the last three months and you come to one conclusion: reformat.
So.....that was my "professional" advice. Wipe that puppy and start from scratch. (and for gods' sake, please install from a CD-Rom, not those damned floppies this time!) Of course, the entire concept is pretty much unexplainable to them...ok mom, imagine a file cabinet. Toss out EVERYTHING inside, then start again on your filing system....it's kinda like that so....guess who they're going to turn to? *sigh*
Lightning, Thunder, and Phone Lines - Oh my!
Hrm, so today I had nothing to do again. My friends were all hanging out with other friends and I was stuck at my sisters bored. Was planning on spending some quality time online again (despite the fact that online time on her dialup is nothing even remotely like "quality"). So when she tried to log on and failed today, I was panicked. Shit. There went any hope of activity for me. It wouldn't connect because there was so much damn line noise that it couldn't establish a connection. Thing was, last night it was fine. oh crap.... I thought. It's the damned thunderstorm that raged overhead last night and took out our power. Must have damaged her phone lines as well So, I tell her this, explaining what's most likely wrong and telling her she needs to report it to Verizon (*evil*). Yeah, yeah...whatever is her attitude. Ack! I need the 'net! Call them! She doesn't want to and tells me that if I want to get it done, I might as well do it myself. (even though of course, it's not my account!)
Anyway, long story short (too late!), I call the internet department. Run-around and bullshit. They can't test the line, call the phone company. Here's the dumb part. They ARE the phone company! Her internet is through Verizon as well. *dumbasses* So, I call customer service. Pretend to be my sister. They test the line and confirm something's wrong on the outside in the wiring causing noise on the line. Duh, didn't I tell you there was line noise? That was kinda the whole point in my calling. So, they say they'll send someone out - within 48 hours. **doh!**
At this fact, I call my friend in Tampa (38 miles one-way away, but gifted with my long-lost cable modem connection). Yes, I know he's going to be out, but hey, can I use his internet anyway? (hey, I never said I wasn't a net junkie, ok?) Yeah, so that's what I did. After, of course, the 2+ hour adventure at my mom's. Meaning, it was almost 9pm by the time I got to do what I wanted to do in the first place - get online!!
You've got lame plots
Was nosing about the limited cable channels at my sister's before I left today and USA was showing "you've got mail" *gag me* Anyway, they were writing back and forth in these totally abstract discussions that were so unrealistic that it made me sick. No one sits and writes out these fragmented "insights" to some person they don't even know just for the sake of "conversation." What's the point in "conversing" with someone when all you do is make oblique references to things the other person wouldn't understand and not actually "talk" to them?? Annoying.
That's all she wrote
For the moment anyway. Babbled FAR too long and accomplished nothing of any real importance. Eh, well, such is life. (and the state of my journal!) *laughs* Hey, could be worse, I could be bitching! Take care everyone, and as always, thanks for your kind words....
~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream
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