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Wow, was I angry.

Meg left for another trip, and decided to not answer her cell for almost four hours. I probably wouldn’t have noticed, but I tried to phone her to ask where she left Harry The Cat’s Pill Pockets (he likes chicken, where Romeo likes salmon), and I started to worry when she wouldn’t answer the phone, so I sent my usual ‘I’m getting worried’ series of text messages every thirty minutes or so…and didn’t get an answer until *finally* she answered her phone about ten minutes shy of a full four hours. I was worried because that’s not like her — she’s usually pretty good about keeping in touch. Then she tried to sell me on some crap about how her cell must not have been getting signal etc., as if I were incapable of discerning the difference between a cell phone call that is being delivered to the handset and one which isn’t because of no signal/being powered off. Nice try.

I told her that the next time she wanted to take a break to get laid, just shoot me a text message and shut the damn thing fully off.

Butsoanyway.

I spent all today (now yesterday) totally alone at work (eight hours, Job 2; the three hours I was at Eviljob early this morning were hours which were unfortunately jam-packed with company), which was weird; I was *supposed* to have had a co-worker helping me with our suite of equipment, but he was a no-call, no-show…which was odd for him. He’s been acting a little odd in general over the past week, and I don’t know what is up with him. My boss slipped and told me that he was diagnosed as being clinically depressed (which is kinda obvious), and I think that with the semester over, he is just imploding.

I ended up asking our resident Wacky Divorcée to help me out and play Victim. :-) We had a lot of fun. Well, we ended up talking a lot. I like her; she’s…well…wacky. She’s older, and just has this amazing way about her—she’s funny and awesome. Eventually I will have to get around to describing everyone, but for now I have to get to sleep.

Harry The Cat is doing better, by the way. Better is good. :-)

I was going to post this yesterday, but fell asleep. Yes, that’s correct: I fell asleep sitting up at my computer. Please do not ask how I managed that one. Today I had off (sort-of), which is one of the perqs involved in working for (at the end of the money chain) the RCMP—one gets holidays up the wazz, although I usually have too much to get done to actually take advantage of those holidays.

Today I ended up sleeping late (I am beyond exhausted; there is not a *word* for what I am) and just going to my (new-ish) chiropractor. No, I don’t fully subscribe to all that hooey; chiropractic does not cure deafness, or any of the other wild and wacky claims made by D.D. or B.J. Palmer. But it does help with some pain and range-of-motion issues, which I have loads of, because my neck has no curve like normal people have—this means I have muscle pain, headaches (especially tension headaches, which are on *top* of the migraines I get), and occasional stiffness that is a tad more frequent than the majority of the population who all have a nice little cervical lordosis going on up there.

And yes, I have multiple x-rays, made throughout the years which show that my cervical bones are ruler-straight. It was actually discovered in an emergency room when I was seventeen and had just been in a car accident (one which had just totalled my virst car, and no, I wasn’t at-fault), and in case anyone is completely anti-chiropractic, it was MDs who first brought it to my attention, and my father looked at those first radiographs as well, as have other physicians. So the answer to my most often-asked sceptical question is no—I wasn’t diagnosed by a chiropractor, nor have I only seen chiropractors about it.

Butsoanyway.

So since I have no one to give me neck massages, I started going to a chiropractor about a month ago; he is a Life graduate (the first I have been to; for all my razzing on D.D. and B.J., I actually prefer Palmer graduates—it’s just so damnably easy to razz on D.D. and B.J. :-D); he’s a very funny, nice guy who looks like Danny DeVito’s older, taller brother, and he isn’t making extra money by being a freaky-assed homeopath, or anything psychotic like that. I flat-out refuse to patronise anyone nutty like that. Plus he is literally around the corner from my subdivision, and he’s on my PPO. The only thing that he ‘sold’ me on is taking Glucosamine, Chondroitin, and MSM supplements (which I picked up at the drugstore; he doesn’t sell them), and I think they are actually helping. Oh—and getting a more supportive pillow.

Butsoanyway.

It’s frustrating that I have such a hard time relaxing when I visit, though. I mean, I really have significant difficulty. I know that I must aggravate the crap out of him, but I really cannot help it; I am just one of those people who take an inordinate amount of time to relax, if it happens at all. Today was a bad day, and I didn’t really benefit at all, though he was funny. So that sucks. Except for the being funny part.

Then I went to feed the kitties, and the two remaining kittens ran up to me with their tails up. :-) With Harry being diagnosed with FeLV, I am now in more of a bind as far as they go—I have no one to take them, and would have to keep them in my house until I could re-release them…but I am now the proud owner of FIVE CATS. FIVE.

Just so you know, this pushes me WAY PAST the Glenn Beck measure of sanity. *WAY* past.

But then, so does everything else I do and am. :-D

So after that, I went shopping and did NOT buy anything I didn’t need, which includes a really cool-looking olive oil shampoo and conditioner set that I found (but, again, didn’t buy). But I did get a broccoli pasta thing, which I am cooking now. Yay. I love broccoli. And now I have to go—Brain Candy is on tonight, and I haven’t seen that in ages.

Oh—and—I have so far watched Jingle All The Way at least twenty times this season.

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