because I got high, because I got high, because I got high...

I’m feeling much better.  :-)

Well, I am not ragingly pissed off anymore; I am…mellowed.  And sleepy.  I only got about three hours of sleep.  Sleepy enough that I think I will have to skip my regular trivia game, but I am doing ok.  I will see how everything falls, I guess.  My TPTB didn’t make last meeting, and came out at the end, and was really enthusiastic about my coming to a holiday party next weekend…perhaps it is guilt.  Well, I would believe that before anything else.  I was too numb to say anything but “mmm-hmm”.  And I have another holiday party to go to with another group like ours next weekend, because I have to go with a friend (it is their group), and it is *their* TPTB that I want to speak with.  So I am good.  I hope.  

In Other News, I forgot to call my Dr every single fricking day this week.  What an idiot.  But finals week is coming up, and I have just been too busy to keep anything straight in my head.  Thankfully (or not), luckily (or not), I have a cool-ass way to remember to call *next* week; my period just started again yesterday.  Ummm, yeah.  That’s twice in four weeks.  

Heh.  At least I am not pregnant.  

Everyone who was expecting a Second Coming soon can go ahead and take off the sandwich boards.  You look silly wearing them, anyway.

:-)  

No, I am not worried really.  I mean, odds are that it is just hormones, which means that I will be back on birth control pills (and give up smoking again).  It probably isn’t anything Evil, since I am good about having those god awful well woman exams, and it can’t be any weird STD, ‘cos…I just know it isn’t (no, I am not relying on a crystal ball), and I have a history of screwed up hormone surges every so often.  So I am not freaking, it just really surprised me yesterday.  

Since it looks like I will *have* to go back now, I’ll let him draw blood, but…if I see a speculum—anywhere in there—I am leaving.  :-)  Speculums and I don’t get along, and he only gets to have at me with one once a year; those are the rules.  Bleah.

Butsoanyway.

Work today was actually fun.  I spent most of it helping someone put a project of theirs together.  It is his first, and he was nervous.  :-)  I remember how I felt, and completely understand his concern; you feel as if nothing you do will be good enough, and every time you reread it, you find another mistake, and another, and…  :-)  So we had fun.  And SuperMom left her Halloween issue of Martha Stewart’s magazine for me (there was a recipe I wanted in there, and she said I could have the whole thing when she was done…how sweet, ‘cos once I had a good look at it, there are several that I want).  So that was really sweet, ‘cos I would have never remembered to buy it myself.  :-)

When I first got to Eviljob, I was pissed off; I wasn’t there on Friday (I was busy…well…you know), and the lawn people who do us trimmed the hell out of the shrubs that made up Momcat & Co.’s little kitty enclave, and they were gone.

Bwaah!

So I took a longer lunch, tracked them down (she moved the family to the parking lot again), and bought more Iams kitten food for them.  I just finished off a bag of Eukaneuba that I keep in my car for them, but I don’t think it really thrilled them—they seem to like Iams.  So I fed them then, and gave to them a *huge* pile when I left tonight.  I have to think of something, and fast.  It is a little cold, and I don’t want them climbing up into an engine, or anything.  Poor little Squooshables.  And Momcat too, who is only a teensy bit more than a Squooshable herself. She does the best she can, and it makes me so sad.  She is a good Mom.  

Even though she kicked Squooshable out and told him to sit on a tire.  :-(  Well, it is not like she could go get antibiotics for him, or anything.  She was only trying to protect her other babies, and as wonderful as Squooshable is, it probably broke her heart to have to do it.  I am sure he was good company to her.  Probably she had high hopes for him in life, because he is pretty smart for just a babycat.  It is hard to make decisions like those.  

Butsoanyway.  

I am taking next weekend off, I think.  I need to have time to make things for the two parties (they are, pain-in-the-buttedly enough, both potluck-type parties, and separated by one day), and I think that I need some Me Time.  Heh.  I would like to think I didn’t get the invitation to both for my cooking, but who knows.  ;-)  

I do not know what I am going to do with my Me Time yet, though.  Maybe I should go to the movies…after all, it has been what—four or five months now?  More? And every time I log on to Yahoo to check my mail (like I did just now—I still use that instead of my school mail because I do not like their address), the only ad I get anymore is for the new MJR Marketplace 20 theatre…near where I used to live.  I need to update my address with Yahoo some day.  :-)   But seriously…I need to do *something*.  :-)  Maybe I should ask Ms Grammarian if she could snag some nitrous for me (I can live without the drill and Carmina Burana)  ;-)  I have Xanax and Manischewitz too (oh, and sangria), so I am set!  :-D  I could just ride out the week in a fog.  How cool.  And play with my little toothbrush, if she would get one of those for me, also…  ;-)  

And when I was adding my hyperlink, I accidentally hit “translate”, and Word came up with an English to French translation:  accroc certains d’azote pour moi.  So sure—tear that nitrogen, baby!  ;-)  And in case anyone is travelling, I want to help you have a good time, so here you are:

In Russian (assuming availability, this might be your most remarkably easy score ever.  Well, that and just about anything else you wanted to buy.  Would you like a MiG to go with that, tovarishch?):  выхват некоторые нитрозные для меня

In Greek (No comment ;-)):  εμπλοκή μερικοί νιτρώδεις για με

In Italian (but be warned—huffing + gondola = trouble):  strappo alcuni nitrosi per me

In Japanese (could illicit substances make the Engrish funnier?  Never!):  
（切りとったり折れたりした後に残る）枝株.

In Dutch (be aware—I think Word’s defective Babel fish is empowering you to ask for compost):  winkelhaak wat salpeterachtig voor me

In German (you’ll need something to handle them, that compost they call food, and the Scheiße videos they like to watch):  Baumstumpf einige salpeterhaltig für mich

My aim is to serve.  :-D  I had never used Word’s translator before now; it is kind of cool.  Though have a love/ hate relationship with its language stuff, for reasons I feel as if I whine about constantly, so…I’ll shut up.  Though, driving home tonight I did pass a new service station touting their “Half price coffee every Monday”, and I would have thought that was “Half-priced coffee every Monday”, but I just typed both into Word, and Word says both are correct.  Who in the hell knows?  We are probably both wrong.  I give up.  

:-)

Word—I need you, but I hate you…