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- Miss Erzabet No Biting had a tooth extracted yesterday, poor fuzzy. She was extremely stoned and wobbly when she came home. Also, according to the vet, she's a mutant that the vet never heard of: she has two extra teeth at the front of her top jaw. So she really is an extra-bitey kitty!
I need to give her the first dose of liquid pain meds, but she has tucked herself under a corner of a table in the living room, which means she's going to be very difficult to remove her from. I hate having to give her meds, because while she's pretty good about it, she definitely views it as a betrayal of her trust and will spend time avoiding me.
- In news that will be shocking to no one who's known me for a while: I'm good at having difficult conversations. I don't shy away from them, because they're a thing that needs to be done. EXCEPT if it's a conversation where I feel I'm letting someone down. This is a long-winded way of admitting that I haven't called my friend who organizes the Vampire Masquerade Ball to let her know I'm not attending and she needs to line up a different emcee. She'll understand, but aaaaaaauuuugh I'm going to be letting her down and I'm a terrible person and hi, my Brain Raccoons are very active right now. Ugh.
- However, I am going to the Bauhaus show. It's in Seattle, it's one night, and all I'll be doing is getting dressed (and masked) up, sitting in a chair, and flailing. It'll leave me wiped out, but it it won't flatten me the way three days of travel/event/travel would for the VMB.
- OH MY G-D MY BRAIN RACCOONS ARE LOUD. I've been feeling extra fragile and hair-trigger anxious/weepy. There's no specific reason (except the ongoing hellscape of the world), so there's an additional layer of frustration that the Brain Raccoons get to fling around with abandon. Meh. Do not want.
I need to give her the first dose of liquid pain meds, but she has tucked herself under a corner of a table in the living room, which means she's going to be very difficult to remove her from. I hate having to give her meds, because while she's pretty good about it, she definitely views it as a betrayal of her trust and will spend time avoiding me.
- In news that will be shocking to no one who's known me for a while: I'm good at having difficult conversations. I don't shy away from them, because they're a thing that needs to be done. EXCEPT if it's a conversation where I feel I'm letting someone down. This is a long-winded way of admitting that I haven't called my friend who organizes the Vampire Masquerade Ball to let her know I'm not attending and she needs to line up a different emcee. She'll understand, but aaaaaaauuuugh I'm going to be letting her down and I'm a terrible person and hi, my Brain Raccoons are very active right now. Ugh.
- However, I am going to the Bauhaus show. It's in Seattle, it's one night, and all I'll be doing is getting dressed (and masked) up, sitting in a chair, and flailing. It'll leave me wiped out, but it it won't flatten me the way three days of travel/event/travel would for the VMB.
- OH MY G-D MY BRAIN RACCOONS ARE LOUD. I've been feeling extra fragile and hair-trigger anxious/weepy. There's no specific reason (except the ongoing hellscape of the world), so there's an additional layer of frustration that the Brain Raccoons get to fling around with abandon. Meh. Do not want.