May 02, 2002 :: 11:45 p.m.
the vivisection of Mighty Mouse
Ugh. That is how I feel right now. I am one big, fat lump of UGH and it is entirely unpleasant. Work was... well, work. Not much else. Wanda (whose name is really Barbara) bought all the mini-brownies after I introduced her to their goodness; she also shared them with me. And I had half a cookie. And half a coconut bagel with cinnamon and sugar. And some cake. And I bought a lemon danish but I would sooner be unga bunga-ed by angry pygmies than even look at it right now. I feel disgusting and have been fully reminded of why I wanted to avoid junk food in the first place - not only does it make me fatter, it also makes me ill. So, once again: Ugh.
I put laundry in a while ago; it's done now, but I don't feel like putting it in the dryer yet. Boo. I don't even know why I started writing this - all I really want to do is get ready for bed and read and fall asleep. I guess it's just become a habit of sorts. I need my diaryland fix or all hell will break loose.
I had to help my mom give Rufus his pill tonight. It was no fun. I had to wrap him up in a towel so he wouldn't claw me while she put the pill in his mouth. She had to squirt a bit of water into his mouth with an eyedropper so that he could get it down. The poor little guy seems so ill. It's awful, really - it seems like there's a lot more wrong with him than an ear infection and a fever. He doesn't open his eyes all the way, he just balls himself up and sits and sleeps, and there's brown gunk all around his mouth (I'm assuming from food) that he's either too fatigued or sick to clean off. Even his fur looks wrong. I'm really worried about him, actually. My mom is going to call the vet in the morning, because she's wondering if maybe he could be allergic to one of the shots they gave him; she said that his tongue looked a little swollen. Mer. Rufie baby, you need to get better. You're kind of scaring me. *frowns*
So. My car. It's a 1986 Toyota Camry. Maroon. Much bigger than my Geo and not nearly as cute. I miss my little roller skate, man. But alas, there's not much I can do about it. I'm once again independently mobile, and that's really all that matters, I guess.
I started one of my new books tonight: The Tetherballs of Bougainville by Mark Leyner. It's quite, erm, interesting thus far. Of course, I'm only about 15 pages into it so I can't say for sure just yet. I do enjoy the cover, though, regardless of anything else. I'm a sucker for graphic design. Give me something in an eye-catching or unusual package and I'll probably buy it, no matter what it is, just to have the packaging. I'm visual like that, or what have you.
I have to get up in way too few hours, so it's off to bed and my book for me. Lovely.
edited 12:18 a.m. While unloading the dryer:
Jesus, this shirt is the size of a bed sheet.
*blinks*
Oh. It is a bed sheet.
Happy trails, all.
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