Ar Hyd y Nos
As predicted, much pitiful mewing in the wee hours. And the not-so-wee hours. And the definitely not-even-close-to-being-wee hours.
She’s breaking my heart.
As predicted, much pitiful mewing in the wee hours. And the not-so-wee hours. And the definitely not-even-close-to-being-wee hours.
She’s breaking my heart.
Itâs an interesting perspective, watching emotional collapse from the inside out. Even knowing whatâs happening doesnât affect what is apparently the inevitable decay of trust and self-control and ability to critically analyze a situation. There are days I feel frozen, my arms and legs literally too heavy to move. That same thick gravity freezes my…
In the lunchroom today: ⢠A conversation revolved around one of the members of the Dixie Chicks, who evidently said that she was ashamed to be a Texan (I assume because of Bush’s current political stance). The group was cackling because country-western stations are boycotting their songs and some of the Dixie Chicks’ concert engagements…
How am I ever going to get this stuff done with you sabotaging me with your every update? Snowman You are frosty. You love the cold but hate Christmas. Christmas Tree: 0/50 Snowman: 32/50 Santa Claus: 0/50 Reindeer: 10/50 Mistletoe: 25/50 Star: 0/50 Take the What in Christmas Are You? test by webkin and aaronr!…
I write this while sitting at a table for one, with a $5.00 David Weber book from the damaged table in my hands. An $8.00 paperback copy of The Oxford Dictionary of American Usage and Style and a $30 new release called Transplant sit at my left elbow. I’m in the University of Pennsylvania Bookstore’s…
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It’s done. At least I think it is. The overall format is done, but I can’t let go of tweaking the words. It still doesn’t say what I want it to say. The next entry will only be public for today. After that I will put it on “Private”. I’m not supposed to reveal more…
It’s so hard to do anything with much joy when there is an animal in the house who is unhappy.
Ask me how I know.
Hope things get better….
Can’t think of a more appropriate song for the situation.
The poor little mite. And poor sleep-deprived caregivers 🙁
ew, about making up things,
my favorite music from ozzie is 33silent
Poor wee thing. Does she have to wear an e-collar?
When Dunkie has his allergies and has to wear his e-collar and he itches all over but can’t get to it and sometimes he whines, that breaks my heart. I can totally relate. You can’t explain things to them, either. "It’s not my fault!" you want to say.