I've had just about enough of this shit, now...
But, I don't think it's done yet.
Damn it.
One escaped from the nitwits who were transferring him from the carrier to the truck, so either Dale or Tony is still here.
I guess.
Ain't seen either of them yet, so I don't know which one it is yet, and the dipshit guy will come back on Thursday, when I'm at work, and get whomever it is.
IF they do come back here.
(For some reason, the transfer was being made out in one of the fields, so the cat is a little ways off, but still on the farm. Hope he goes to the "other" farm over that way, where I was hoping my goat was, before he was found dead in the manure pit, damn it.) I don't think I can take much more. Between this shit and Eric's shit, I'm so internally twisted into knots that my stupid period is waaaaay off and I'm frickin' tired of it, now.
I have all the lovely symptoms, cramps, tired, feel like bloated shit, etc, but... do ya THINK the actual PERIOD would get here and get itself the hell over with?
Don't seem like it.
*hugely disgusted sigh* I think I'mina go ride Storm. I already took a Tylenol with codeine.
My head hurts.
So did my heart, til about half an hour ago.
(Codeine kicked in... *raised eyebrow and a half-smile* Meantime, thank you Catfish, thank you Paul and thank you, too, Terry.
I saw your emails after I got home from work, went into the bathroom and broke down competely. I did good all day at work, didn't meltdown or anything.
But, when I got home... I lost it. Then...
Y'all made me laugh and feel better enough to let Storm (and codeine *giggle*) take over. After I clear my head riding, I'm gonna go get a rugdoctor/cleaner/screaming/vacuum thing and do the rugs.
And clean other stuff. Maybe this time, once I re-remove the catpee "kilroy was here"s, maybe they'll STAY gone now.
Maybe now, when I clean the house, it'll stay that way longer.
Maybe now, when Eric's brother gets here, he won't run screaming from this house due to "Sleestak"-eyed kittens behind the couch.
Maybe now I won't hafta spend so much on cat litter, which always did make buying catFOOD seem kinda ironic, if not outright stupid. Maybe, maybe, maybe... One thing I am sure of, from the depths of my 42 years, is that sometimes... a LOTTA times, being an "adult" sucks. Ya know, between this shit I'm doing now "about the cats" and all the "girlie" shit I do for work these days, like: wearing "colors" such as purple and PINK(!) and having these little purple, pink, green, blue and red hair doodads and shit...
I don't even hardly know who I am anymore. I've mostly been okay, if not outright happy, with this stuff....
til today. I don't like me much right now. Eh.
It'll pass, I'm sure.
But, right now, if ya asked me, I'd say I suck big time.
I can't believe I actually managed to do it. I don't know about me.
Do any of you? Peace, y'all.
I'll be back later.
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Stevie, luv - If it makes you feel better not to like yourself right now, then go right ahead. There are enough of us out here to take over the liking part for you ... and we do. Go ride Storm. Arthur Godfrey used to say, "There's something about the outside of a horse that's good for the inside of a man". I'm sure that would also apply to women in these more enlightened times, Consider yourself hugged. Love, Terry
Posted by: Terry Reynolds at May 31, 2005 10:33 PM (OPRCz)
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It takes less energy to laugh than to cry, so by all means laugh you fool. Take care and have fun, Cat
Posted by: catfish at May 31, 2005 11:55 PM (s6BUB)
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