Don't push me, 'cos I'm close to the edge...

**UPDATE**Due to the high number of emails I am getting because of this title, I would like to mention that the song is The Message by Grandmaster Flash (and the Furious Five). It probably got stuck in my head because of Happy Feet. :-) Hope this helps.

I just got this in an email...awesomeness. Don't mess with girls, eh? Currently I am doing not very much; I also was sent this link: Suzette la Starlette, and I gave up on it cos my head is just not into thinking right now, and so I am just letting Genedefekt run in the background; it has been a while since I heard that song, and I had forgotten how much I liked it. It has been a really long time since I went out and got ploughed and went dancing, and this really reminds me of that.

Happy Chanukah, by the way; I missed a timely HC’ing ‘cos I suck.

I am going out tomorrow to trap (or try to, at least) for the tentative Monday speuter appointment I have. I ended up staying for the whole time today (or yesterday, rather) at Eviljob, which is good (in a way), because this past semester I have been cutting out of there early a *lot*, which will eventually bite me in the ass.

I really want this for Christmas: Munchkin Bites!, but I suck at hinting. I have a hard time coming up with things for people to give me (for some reason, everyone always just asks me what I want, then gets something else entirely), so I would just tell everyone, but I think anyone who was going to ask me already has. So I may just go buy it myself after Christmas. I will teach Squoosh how to play. :-D

I am feeling better—significantly better today, in fact—and so who knows or cares…it seems that I shall live. :-) I don’t know why I bother to ask my brother anything; he thinks that everyone is at fault for their own illnesses, a state of mind he inherited from my father. His opinion is that if I am not hospitalised, then I need to quit whining and hunting around for the problem (or its solution), and just go to work and do. That’s really the way I was raised, I’ve just become more humane towards myself and others in my old age. :-) I no longer see catching a cold as a sign of moral weakness and/or flawed character.

In Other Family News, Meg sends pictures; the Beau Rivage is all gussied up for Christmas:

Since my mother’s cat Arby was a ‘rescue’ cat (I found her as a tiny kitten on the side of a Quickee Lube place, and asked my mom to hold on to her for a couple days, ‘cos I was in the midst of moving. That’s how they became soul mates. For some reason, Mom and Arby bonded like nothing I have ever seen before—Mom isn’t that bonded to ME, for chrissake), I used to tease Mummers all the time about dropping Arby back off at a casino to be a ‘casino cat’ (every casino I have ever been to has at least a few, and it’s good luck to feed them…or so I tell people I run into gambling there), and this annoys my mother to no end, because I honestly think she feels as if I am being cruel to an actual sister, or something. Her relationship with Arby is that intense. And bear in mind that all this time, Arby sees both Meg and I as total interlopers—she hates us, and makes no secret of that. Any time either of us is over and talking to Mom, Arby will come over and start yapping at Mom also, trying to steal her attention away (which usually works). Arby’s right—Mama does love her more. And Meg and I have developed this elaborate anthropomorphised ‘personality’ for Arby which basically involves calling the two of us ‘Loser’ a lot. Mummers thinks it’s funny.

Butsoanyway.

We (Meg and I) stopped teasing Mom about dropping Arby off at a casino because it upset Mom so, and instead joke about a casino which we have named the Beau Arbage (‘that means The Beautiful Arby in French, Loser!’). My point in mentioning this is that I *was* going to say that the Beau Arbage was all decked out for the holidays, but realised no one would understand what I meant. So if I ever say it, now you know.

Butsoanyway.

I also have another problem (well, we all know I have *way* more than just one), and I have so far avoided really getting into it. And I need to think it through and figure something out, but…I am stalling. I don’t know why. Well, I *do* know why – it’s because I am mentally exhausted. Just tired of thinking, period. I really need a vacation—from EVERYTHING ON EARTH—and that is why I am spending time that I should be working at Eviljob shopping Guide Gear on Amazon for China Silk gloves, socks, underwears, and balaclavas (black, naturellement; I’m still a goth girl in my heart-of-hearts)…which was what I did today. I am prepping for two upcoming trips, one of which I will be skiing on, if I have to force my way to the slopes at gunpoint.

And if I do have to resort to gunpoint, I need to look outrageously ninja-sexy doing it, hence the balaclava. It has absolutely nothing to do with being hopelessly sick and perverted.

No, rilly. It’s all about accessorising.

I am going to have to get some sleep. I will try to get back early from cat-catching and finish an actual post that has an actual beginning, middle, and end. Sigh.

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