Moody Meow

I wish I spoke beagle. If I did, then perhaps Pip could tell me what’s wrong. He’s not spritely, bouncy, or otherwise hyper. He stayed right by my side all weekend (including Friday where I took a nap and never really woke up). We think he hurt himself somehow. If you’ve ever seen him bounce (shoulder high to me) or leap like a superhero over the couch, you know the probability that he would eventually hurt himself is HUGE. That being said, it still sucks.

When he jumps up to the couch, he cries. When he walks up the steps, he cries. He doesn’t even try to get into bed now. He sits, and waits, until D picks him up and puts him into the bed. When he pushes up, he cries. If you’ve ever been to my house, you know what madness it is when we first come home. But Pip, while is usually the instigator, hangs back with less energy. It makes me sad. I made a little nest for him in my blankets on the couch and am considering heading home during lunch to check on him. I love that damn dog. And Puck, ever time Pip makes that gawdaful screech, looks at us like we just abused him or something. This morning, when I started to get ready for work, he seemed to be doing a little better. If he’s not 85% tomorrow, then it’s off to the vet for him.

I volunteered at Wordstock this weekend. They ran a very tight ship, highly organized. I think next year I will volunteer again. It was a lot of fun, and I got a very blurry picture of Stormtroopers (I was working and couldn’t get any closer).

My sister came for a brief visit. We played Little Big Planet together, or as she calls it, Scary Monkey game. I think she had more fun dressing her sack-girl up than she did playing the game itself. I love having her in town. And we took her to Cup and Saucer.

I still feel under the weather. Everyone at work has the plague and I think I finally caught it. I’m tired, full of boogers and the urge to sneeze. I think a nap would fix it, but they don’t schedule nap time into our work day. But they should, damnit!

Val ended up staying at the Vet’s all freaking day. While it bothered me at first, the events with the rest of the afternoon kept my fears at bay. I phoned the vet around 3 (I dropped him off around 10) and they said they wanted to keep him a little longer in order to take more ultrasounds. Of course, I thought the worst.

Dr. Roberts called and said the mass is gone, or more importantly, now she doesn’t think there was ever a mass. When a set of blood vessels clumps together, it usually means that the body is feeding nutrients to a mass, which could be cancer. But I took the wait and see approach. We chose to wait 1 month, to see if the diet change and the drugs shrank the mass. Now she thinks the diet change and the drugs healed an exposed burst blood vessel in the bladder. It can look the same as something growing because of the concentration of blood. He doesn’t need surgery. He doesn’t need anything, except to stay on that stinky food she has him on. That’s not going to disappoint him one bit.

And I can stop the drugs now. She thinks they helped with the inflammation.

Oh! And the wormy issue — they used to sell pills to feed to the cat in order to get rid of the worms. Now they have this liquid which you apply on the neck like flea medicine. I can’t tell you how relieved I am. My cat likes to channel Freddie Kruger when you try to put anything near his face, including pills. Although, when D and I tried to apply the stuff, he freaked out and tried to bite me. Poor guy had a rough day, and he tried to suck up 5 minutes later.

While the job prospects really buoyed my mood, knowing my Valentine is okay has kept me on cloud 9 all night. I think the tide is turning on my luck. I really do.

My interview went really well yesterday. D and I went out on Sunday night and bought new interview outfits. I had a nice suit from my interview with the Water Department in Orlando (see 2004), and it still fits, but it felt too stuffy. Then the suit I bought for my interview with my last job, well it made the wrong impression. I was told, months later, that the suit made me look like a librarian. I’m all for looking serious about a position but I’m not, or will I ever be, a suit. That being said, D also struggled with feeling comfy in his interview clothes. Solution -  shopping. D bought very nice black slacks and this great blue and black shirt that makes his shoulders look a mile wide. I bought black slacks that make my ass look very very nice. I look mexican from behind. I also bought this beautiful aqua sweater that fits pretty snugly on my curves, and a thicker black sweater, with half sleeves and a cowl neck, to go over everything. For the first time in a long time. I wasn’t ashamed of the curves I do have. I have to say, I looked pretty good and I felt amazing.

Back to the interview. The drive didn’t take me as long as I first thought it would. Let’s be honest - I got there a half hour early. So as not to look like a stalker, I sat in the car around the corner and listened to NPR until the time came. I played Tetris on my phone. I re-read my resume (I brought an extra copy). I finally got nervouse. When I walked in, the entire staff, that being 7 people total, were in a production meeting in the manager’s office. He reminded me of a thin-bearded Santa. When they finished, he invited me into his office. He seemed impressed with my computer skills and my organization skills. I played up what I know, and tried to charm him. Basically, I rocked the interview. That’s the funny thing about me, when I interview, I get the job. My Mom sounded surprised, being that I have such a problem with strangers most of the time. But honestly, what do I have to lose? I need a job, even if it is in Beaverton. The job sounds similar to the one I had before, but with more direct responsibility. I would be working on a mutli-million dollar project as the 2nd Project Coordinator. He would deal with the big stuff, and I would make sure he’s getting his stuff done. I met the rest of the staff, and they all seemed really nice. There are 2 other women, one is the office manager and the other is a PM. They both seem like beer and chips kind of women, and I liked that. When I finished the interview, he walked me around the office, and I felt at home. It’s small, intimate, but I think it could work. I drove home feeling quite pleased with myself. He told me I would find out by Wednesday.

And I just got off the phone with the office manager. They want me to come in tomorrow for a 2nd interview. This is a good sign.

I also have a 2:00 phone interview today with another company I was really interested in. It seems the Fates and steered me towards the construction world, no matter how much I would like to change that. The software companies I applied to sent me a curt “thanksbutnothanks” so I’m going with this flow. Honestly, I need a job, and as long as it pays, I’m good with that.

I am still waiting to pick up Valentine from the vet. He’s going in for an ultrasound on his bladder. Unfortunatly when they did the thermometer up the butt, they found worms. I’ve treated both cats for worms before. This is becoming a pain in the ass. So, I have to nuke the entire house, change the litterbox again, and vaccuum. Joy.

I really hate worms.

And now, back to more writing!

Flies have taken over my house. They glide and buzz through the air like small, drunk buses - thunking into my paper lanterns and computer screens. One landed on D’s face last night and I almost puked. He and I have become quite skilled in fly-killing. I try not to kill any bugs, I really do. But I have to keep wet cat food out for Valentine now and I was terrified that something bad, like maggots, would happen to it. So, the flies have to die. We think they are coming up from the basement. I’ve talked time and again about the swiss cheese nature of this house. There are cat-sized holes beneath the stairs (Val got out that way…the fucker) so I put up chicken wire to keep the bigger critters, like opossums, out of the house. But we live in an old house with a raised kitchen area, plenty of space for flies to breed. I have to keep the basement door open because that is the cat room, with the litter box. No, I won’t bring it upstairs. Have you ever smelled Voodoo’s shit? We don’t call him Poo-doo for a reason. This means I’ll probably bitch about flies for the next few weeks while it remains hot.

One just thunked the window. God, I hate that sound.

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I’ve had some hiccups with friends recently. I’m either excluded from the important things, or some get on their high horses, hurt my feelings, and the blame the whole situation on me. Now, shit happens. I totally get that. But I’m more than a little tired of fighting with people. My mantra is “life’s too short to read shitty books” and that’s applicable to my entire life.  It’s time to move on. There are ties to a past that I need to cut fully, unresolved feelings that I really need to get over. The darkness doesn’t effect anyone but me.

One thing I find interesting, as more of a general comment, is that when I go back and look at the archives, I still self-edit. I didn’t get fully into how hurt and pissed I was when Natalia left me in Gainseville, nor the misery that ensued when I found out indirectly via Myspace that A got married, nor how the Dogfather’s distance turned into total silence. Those things really effected me. They still do. Those events laid the groundwork for the current issue(s), and how I will ultimately handle them. And again, I will try to figure out what I did wrong. But sometimes people don’t do anything wrong. Could I have been a better person, a better friend? Shit, yes. We all can, but I don’t think I’m to blame this time. With others, absolutly. I’ve paid my karma debt…. this one ain’t on me. But again….it’s time to move on.

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Valentine has a mass in his bladder. This is unusual for cats, but common in dogs of his age (which is still not old, damnit). The problem is that we don’t know if it’s cancer or not. The test the Vet ran yesterday came back inconclusive. What’s next? There are several options. D and I are talking about what to do because the procedure to run a camera into Val’s urethra is fucking expensive. There are less expensive options out there. But we are going to take a look at everything first before we make a decision. On Monday we will get more information on what paths we can take and how much they will cost.

In spite of the warning from my mother, I will bankrupt myself to save this cat. D’s more logical when it comes to that kind of stuff, but I will sell most of what I have in order to pay for his surgeries. I know it won’t come down to that….but I would.

As for the job thing….. that’s for a private post.

But I’m through with my 3:

1. Grannie died.
2. Lost my job.
3. Cat with a tumor

I could also add a number of other shittastic things that have happended but it’s not about being negative. I don’t feel like I’m struggling right now. But being manic depressive, that could change in five minutes. It’s fun being able to logically contradict yourself at every turn.

D and I are going to the Night Ride tonight. 2,000 people will be downtown, with bikes, riding through the streets with smiles and stuff. We are going to have a great time.

I hope you are having a good weekend. Be grateful for what you have, because tomorrow it could be gone.

And go eat a doughnut. Life’s too short to live without sweets.

He was pissing blood again so we just ran him up to the vet. They are keeping him for now, to try to figure out what the problem is (D came home early due to the “MoodyMeow got laid off n shit” stuff), and we hope to find out what’s going on.

She called him “geriatric” and I was slightly offended. He’s a very distinguished, frisky 9 years old. Back of the ageism, lady. (then she stuck a thermometer up his ass…. I think that bothers me more)

So I guess there is a benefit to being “let go.” At least I was home to see how bad Val was.

The bill is already close to 400 clams. What ever. It’s my cat. I don’t care what it costs.

And I already filed for unemployment.

And we may miss Hellboy depending on what happens to Valentine.

Send my kitty love.

• Lex - because there is no one else in the world I would rather go through this with. I’m still the coolest granddaughter, but I’ll let you delude yourself for a little longer.
• Calie - don’t worry. I’m still going to be your partner extroidairre, or how ever you spell that word.
• Cat - It’s good to know you’re just over the river.
• Amandapants - got the call. Would have returned it but I was busy trying to do a headstand in class. No 31 year old should try to stand on their head. It’s JUST as embarrasing as it sounds. Post-dinner, I shall return the call.
• Jewlie - cause I know you care.
• Claire - for being that little presence on the interwebs.
• Moo - for making me laugh.
• D - well, for lots of reasons, but for not blinking when I said I could be spending an arseload of money just to see Grannie, or just to see her die.
• Hollie - no matter what, I know you are always sending groovy vibes - even if I like Obama.

And there are more, but I have to leave work now and take Pip for his shots. He’s going to get poked up the butt. He’s having tushy issues, and I’m tired of watching him scootch his ass on my clean-ish carpets. They are probably going to do something to his glands….. *shudder* I hate that part, and they aren’t even CLOSE to my ass. And I have to collect a stool sample, which means I have to walk the beasties, in the rain, to make sure I get the poop. That dog better know how much I love him.

And you know, that’s how I REALLY thank people… I start talking about dog anal glands. Yes, I am the shit…. hehehe…get it…. shit…. AHAHAHA.

/end caffinated lunacy

That was the first thing I thought this morning when I woke up. How vile? How nasty? How could I smell or taste anything beyond that stench? How in the fuck am I going to get through residency without smoking? But my friend from work is quitting and I am trying to be supportive. And I’m tired of not sleeping with D because I snore (which is equal parts smoking and my weight gain), or not sleeping at all because I smoke. And now, I’m quitting again. Chris is taking some drug. So is Lex (come June 1), and so was my Mom. I’m the only one out of the bunch that doesn’t have insurance. But I do have this near-crippling sense of competition. Not with the women in my life, but with the cyclists I see on the road. I can’t ride fast if I’m still smoking. And if you’ve ever seen a casual cyclist, they don’t haul ass, they putter. I got smoked by a chick in flip-flops puttering down the road, and it still pisses me off. So, she’s a part of the reason I’m not going to smoke anymore. That, and it would be nice to see if my food tastes as good as I think it does.

And now to the weekend recap.

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Moody Meow has been stagnent lately. I’ve been busy, but I know you are tired of hearing this.  To bring things a little more forward, I’m using a new theme (although the one I wanted to use broke the whole damn site) and I am trying to figure out how to blog from googledocs. Why? It makes it less obvious when I want to blog something as a blurb from work. Of course if I had an iPhone… hint hint hint… heheehe… Okay. So updates:

• D graduates next semester. My mother wanted him to walk. You know, she’s into that kind of thing and D totally isn’t. But he’s about ready to move onto his MFA… but he’s still deciding whether or not to do Illustration and Animation. More updates on that later….
• 30 Days of Night - I have no freaking business watching horror movies. I’m a total pussy. We watched it during the day. We watched it together. We watched it sober. I’m not going to sleep without the lights on for a long time. Your idea of scary and my idea of scary are probably very different. I’m a total wuss. That being said, I think I liked it but I won’t know till my freaking out wears off.
• Happy Spring! Happy Zombie Bunny Jesus Made of Chocolate Day! Or something…
• I missed Obama on Friday. Surprisingly my boss thought I’d ditch work to go to the rally. I would have, if I had tickets. I found out later they they didn’t turn people away. I should have just gone and stood outside and waited to see if I could get in. He’ll be back, I hope.
• We’ve spent a lot of time recently with friends and family but it was really nice to sleep in this weekend. I forgot how nice it is to snooze with the beasties and D.
• We took the pups to a dog park this weekend. While labs are VERY popular in Portland, we met another beagle-momma. The girl-beagle was big like ours (as in tall…they aren’t fat. Don’t give them a complex) and a black saddle tri color. She was a nice girl, the woman, not the dog. Although the dog was pretty sweet. But the woman and I talked about living in Portland, she recommended a park to us in Vancouver. I hope we see her again. She was really nice.
• The Riches are back on and the final season of Battlestar is due to start in a few weeks. Finally.
• A car caught fire behind my work last week. It was kinda crazy. I took pictures.
• C&B were kind enough to cook us dinner for D’s birthday and they had the best cupcakes ever. I heart dark chocolate.
• My hair is getting really freaking long. It’s good stuff. Now if only I could keep my damn hair ties away from the cats.
• While spring is here, it was 34 yesterday morning. My poor trees are freaking out.
• I know I have more to say. My life can’t be this boring, but I’m tired now. Sweet dreams !

• He’s home. After 7 days of running around the neighborhood, we got the call. He’s skinnier, whiney, and smells funny, but my cat is home. Surprisingly, Voodoo is not happy. He keeps hissing at Valentine. I wish I spoke cat.
• After 7 days of sleeping in the living room because I was so congested and snoring, feeling achey, running a fever, sneezing so hard it made my eyeballs hurt, I am finally feeling better. I’ve spent this time on the couch, in a fetal position. That means I am way behind on my work for school, but…..shit people. Be glad you didn’t feel like I did.
• I went to bed @ 8 the other night, just so you get an idea.
• Work did not go well today. I will go into that later, with a password.
• Now, it’s time to play ketchup.

And thanks to all of you who sent happy vibes, text messages, prayers, and asked for advice. It may not have seemed like it…but it means a lot.

Valentine likes to sleep in the crook of my arm. If he can’t have that space, he will submit to sleeping between my feet. Either way, unless he’s buried in the couch pillows, he sleeps with me. (Or D…. he loves him too). But I can’t sleep in my bed right now. It doesn’t feel right. Val isn’t popping up on my side of the bed, rubbing the book I’m trying to read, or walking like Godzilla on my pillow. He doesn’t like to be ignored.

We went to the pound last night. It’s not an activity I would reccomend. Although I stayed out of the dog section, the cats were just as heartbreaking. Multonomah County does have a very nice facility. It doesn’t smell and the animals look sad, rather than crazed. But as I walked by each metal cage, as I searched the strange faces for a trace of my cat, I remembered the last time I was in a place like that. It was when we adopted him. The missing cat books, the DOA book, and the cages held no sign of Valentine. I don’t know whether or not I was relieved. It was hard to look at those animals. Most of them only have 3 days to live. God, I hate this system.

We flyered the light poles last night. Part of me hopes someone found him, is giving him a warm home and some good food. But they won’t understand that’s he’s a pukey cat - that he’s obsessive about the litter box and will piss in your sink if it’s dirty. He doesn’t like to be dirty and will clean himself with an OCD fervor.

On top of this, I’m getting really sick. It feels like I’m snorting razor blades right now. I’m blowing my nose so much that the piercing is starting to bleed (that’s really not a big deal…). I’m hurting, in my soul and in my body. All I want to do is to curl up with my cat and sleep. But I can’t do either….at least not right now.

I posted flyers outside of my house. I’ll post the rest throughout the neighborhood tonight. D starts work today, so we are trying to figure out how to get to Troutdale to go to the county shelter.

I had a dream last night that the floor had rotted out and that was how he got out. Then I dreamt that he brought in the rats that are living under the house, and that was why he went outside.

I slept in the living room, hoping that I’d hear him mewing under the house. But I didn’t it was just a dream.

We saw him last night, but D’s been home all day and no cat. I’ve tried calling him. D tried treats. I don’t know what to do.

So, if you are having a bad day, just take a look at this. Some of you know that Puck is very fond of chasey-chasey. It was raining that night, and the boys were very hyper, so we chased them around the table. The fun part ? They have NO traction! It is amusing. Every time I watch this, I laugh.

I fucked up with school in a big way, so I’m digging myself out of the muck and mire and trying to get back on track. It’s hard right now. I thought not being in Florida for my first holiday would be a breeze, but I kind of miss driving on the 408 as the sun sets, bitching about the fact that its still hot in November. It just feels really strange to be me right now. We are isolated. Without jobs (more on that later), we have buried oursevles deep in this experieince, but it’s not working out as we wished. I don’t regret leaving Florida. Being stuck on a hamster-wheel of mediocrity for almost a decade really helped spurr this forward motion we have now. But I feel stuck again. That will change.

We got some great news this week. D just took a 1 month contract from Nike for some work. We are so freaking broke right now, it’s not even funny, so this is a great break for us. It’s just contract work, and a limited term at that, but it’s something and it will keep us in tofu and heat for one more month. After that, it’s back to the grind of finding jobs. As for me, I’m blanketing Portland with my resume, but nothing’s come of it yet. As many times as I’ve rewritten it, I thought I would have a bite by now, but it’s all for nothing. I’m hopeful some of the recent positions I applied for will pan out. Gotta keep the chin up, that’s all we can do.

It snowed on Saturday!. Yeah, it was for 5 minutes, and nothing stuck on the ground — but I live somewhere it snows! How freaking awesome is that? Mt. Hood is blanketed by the snow now. I wish we had the money to go skiing (and the car — Vader won’t make it up the mountain without snow tires) , but that’s for next year.

We saw the Golden Compass on Saturday. I will just tell you that I loved it, and I haven’t read the books. D didn’t care for it and he’s read the books. He said the movies lacked the depth of the novels, and that we were spoiled by Peter Jackson’s interpretations of the LOTR novels . I didn’t care. I had a lot of “holy shit that was cool” moments, and I left the theatre happy. They played the Narnia preview - I hated the first movie. I won’t see the second.

So, I’m still cat-sitting. Bax and Margo are in my very lovely basement, chillin out with the fluffy pillows and blankets and every single cat toy in my house. They are here because Bax was taking out his anger at Amandapants on her clothing and peeing on her bed. We thought the basement would be easier for them. They’ve been there before, when Amanada moved to Portland, and because it’s not their home territiory, I didn’t think they would be as apt to show their displeasure. I was wrong. I went downstairs yesterday morning. Both a shoe box and my empty laundry basket had piss in them. Then I woke up this morning to find Valentine pissing in my sink! WTF? It’s nearly kitty death time.

Okay, now that I’m caught up on stuff, I eagerly await the arrival of miss C and Amanapants so that my crew gets back in town.Have a great Tuesday.

I owe that bitch a beer, and a hug when she gets back. She’s going to be in Cleveland until tomorrow, and when she gets home, we are going to a bar she found (it’s not like there aren’t a million here), and we will celebrate. Her cats have missed her terribly. I have too. We have had our spats, butted heads, and been ready to throw things at each other — but she is like family to me. I can’t wait for Thanksgiving when she’s going to be right in the middle of the maddness with our family. It all works.

I’ve run 2 days in a row now. Taking responsibility for my illness is hard most of the time. I want to just take a pill, and then feel better. Not having insurance, a job, or money kind of kills that possibility. The solution is moving my ass. I’m not running fast, or elegantly, but my  heart rate rises and I can feel my muscles moving. It’s good stuff. D walks the dogs the opposite route through the park. They are good running partners, but they are easily distracted, so they often yank my arms off. The new game is called “hunt for mommy.” D lets them off the lead and they run up to all the runners looking for me. If Pip sees me, he hauls ass. I should take a video or something, because he can REALLY run. What’s amazing is that he can jump high enough to hit D’s shoulder, and he does it just for fun. I love my doggies.  If you know anything about me at all, you know that I love Ein dogs.  There are several that frequent the park. No matter how hard I’m running, or how out of breath I am, I laugh and smile each time I see my beagles, or the Corgis. They simply make me happy.

This is where I stop being a total slacker and I get back into the groove of everyday writing. I almost applied to write for Portland Metroblogging, but I thought it would be silly. I can’t get myself to write every day right now, so why add another stress when I have a shitload of stuff to do for school?

The Halloween Party - My sister and Amanadapants did my hair, put my makeup on, and cursed the gods because I look cute when I’m trying to dress up as preggers white trash. I’m still trying to figure that out. Was that really a compliment, or were they just being nice because I was wearing a mu-mu, and a girl needs all the love she can get in that kind of outfit. Amanda was a man —- the best part — her freaking chest hair. She has the pictures. When she gets back from traveling for work, I will share. Overall we had fun. Lex and D and I stayed up till almost 4 in the morning, giggling while we smoked in the fireplace and recalling the days of our past. It was small, and a good starter-party for the coming years. I can’t wait till next year.

Writing for school - I am plodding through some reviews and critiques. I already have a list of books I want/need/lust for after we get jobs. When I wrote the reviews of the books I read for the semester on my other site, the author of one of the books responded. I love the internet. I’ve got a lot of work to do (what’s new?) but I think I can manage it.

Thanksgiving -  My family is coming to the house for a nice dinner of tofurkey and roasted animal flesh. I’m not eating any of their fleshy stuff, but I’m going to make them ALL try the tofurkey. It’s a must in my house. I’m very excited. My Mom’s never seen this place, and my little brother needs to fall in love with Portland so I can get him to move here. That’s a part of their visit, although he’s not aware yet that his sisters are going to be beating him down with the idea of moving away from Colorado. With the demise of my parents’ marriage, I honestly think it would be best if he got the hell out of dodge. Granted, Mom would be alone in Colorado, but it’s not that far from here to there. Mom and littlebro are flying into Seattle to meet up with Lex and her family. Then they are driving down the Wednesday before thanksgiving, and then they will spend the night here. But it gets more and more exicitng. Lex and I met a couple when we went to Colorado in August (remember the trip to “save” my brother?). They were staying at the B&B and we  ended up hanging out with them all night, exchanging numbers, and promising to hook up again. They travel a lot, and coincidentally they were at the B&B  the other night. Normally they come to Portland (they live in Houston) for  Thanksgiving. She’s got family here, but they planned on staying @ home because her family is going out of town. They are very tight with Mom, so when Mom told them she was coming to Portland, they decided to come anyway. So, Angel and Chris will be another addition to the insanity at my house. As it stands now we will have: Me, D, Mom, Lex + 5, littlebro, Amandapants, Angel and Chris. It’s going to be madness, and fun. I’ve got “that” kitchen where everyone can hang out. I’m going to try to set up the basement for the spawnlings (oh yes — ALL three of them) so they can play without being bothered. I really can’t wait.  (that was very incoherent, but I’m too lazy to edit right now…so hush)

Cat Sitting - Amandapants is out of town for her new job. I’m watching her kitties. Poor Bax is seriously depressed. I think he misses her. She’s going to be back in two weeks, and when she is home, I think I am going to ground her to her house. Her kitties miss her. But I do love going to her apartment. It’s cute.

I’ve got a creature community in my back yard now. My squirrel feeder is feeding not only the two species of squirrels, but finches, this small black and white bird and a wierd kind of bluejay/raven thing that’s freaking huge. It’s also attracted the neighbor’s cat. The freaking thing is stalking all my little animal friends, so I send Pip out after his/her ass. Pip LOVES to chase things. It makes him happy, so now he sits on the gold chair and stares out the back window, waiting for that stupid cat.

Oh, and I beat Ratchet and Clank. I love that game.

Now I’m off to make enchiladas. More semi-interesting crap tomorrow.

I’m sitting on the couch, working on my writing. I hear a “thump thump.” I look over, and Puck is asleep, snoring, and wagging his tail.

It’s a good day to be a beagle.