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Jun. 25th, 2009 01:36 pmOh god twitter oh god. I love it SO MUCH but I can't tell you why without sounding like a wanker. Those little 140 character bites of stuff make my day so much more bearable, make me giggle, and today, made me GLEE OUTRIGHT at my desk.
That aside, I have been having A Low Week. I assume this is still PMS as I want to eat all of the food in the world. GIVE IT. So yes, there may have been sobbing on the bus last night. Although part of it was being so touched by Lis helping me, that I just lost my shit. Part of it was exhaustion, part of it was frustration, part of it was oh god I'm worried about my cat.
He seems okay. He's having more trouble jumping, probably because the examination made the pain worse, but he seems quite content and he isn't talking as much when he moves around. He's eating and sleeping fine. But bless him, he had to get down from the bed backwards last night. He couldn't jump so he lowered his back legs down first. I feel so bad for him... and he seems to be pining for me when I'm not there, as he keeps going into my room and looking expectantly around as if I'll appear. Silly monster.
He bit me, though. So there's nothing wrong that can't be fixed, given that. ;)
Want to go home and watch tennis. Can't.
Cryptically, to finish: I kicked email ARSE this morning. Then the recipient ruined it by not replying. It's still quite clearly the best email I'll ever write, though.
That aside, I have been having A Low Week. I assume this is still PMS as I want to eat all of the food in the world. GIVE IT. So yes, there may have been sobbing on the bus last night. Although part of it was being so touched by Lis helping me, that I just lost my shit. Part of it was exhaustion, part of it was frustration, part of it was oh god I'm worried about my cat.
He seems okay. He's having more trouble jumping, probably because the examination made the pain worse, but he seems quite content and he isn't talking as much when he moves around. He's eating and sleeping fine. But bless him, he had to get down from the bed backwards last night. He couldn't jump so he lowered his back legs down first. I feel so bad for him... and he seems to be pining for me when I'm not there, as he keeps going into my room and looking expectantly around as if I'll appear. Silly monster.
He bit me, though. So there's nothing wrong that can't be fixed, given that. ;)
Want to go home and watch tennis. Can't.
Cryptically, to finish: I kicked email ARSE this morning. Then the recipient ruined it by not replying. It's still quite clearly the best email I'll ever write, though.
