Sometimes even news of Affleck's humiliation (see previous entry) is not enough to turn the tide of a bad day.
Okay, it all began with Stinky deciding he wanted to sleep next to me last night. This wouldnt have been so bad if Stinky, being a cat of very little brain, hadnt decided this seven times in one night. Hes very un-catlike, in that when he decides to lie down somewhere, he slams himself over sideways, and in this case into my sleeping form. Then after lying down for ten or so minutes, hed decide that he loved me, and ohhhh, how he luuuurved me. Hed purr and nuzzles and poke and inspect, then flop back down. After all the luvin, hed decide he wanted to play, so hed start biting my hands and raking my arms with his hind legs. After a while, he would get bored and go sleep in the sink for a while, before coming back more. This happened twice an hour all night, so once again, I got very little sleep.
I had to be up at 6:30am in order to make it to an appointment in Portland at 8:30. I hate being up that early. I never completely adjusted back to Eastern Standard Time after my trip to California in May. So I was a zombie all morning.
On the way back from Portland, a hawk flying over the turnpike dropped a very dead, very foul smelling thing on the car I was in, making a huge mess. It was the most repulsive, random thing Ive ever seen. I was gagging it was so gross. I wont go into detail, but it smelled bad enough that one of the guys working at the car wash had to cover his face with his shirt.
I came home and tried taking a nap, when my younger sister called, needing a ride home from school. So I drove over to the high school and waited out front for thirty minutes, even getting out to look around for her. I called home, and Steph answered, saying that my father had picked her up before I arrived. Fuck.
Then I get home, talked o Dot and Rolanda. Dot sent me the Affleck article. That cheered me up for a little bit.
Around 6: 45, I headed out to the school for my American Sign Language class. I get to the classroom and no one is there. This proffessorly looking gent walk by and says Are you Matt? The class began at 6 and I let them go early.
Arrrghhh!!!
Okay, it all began with Stinky deciding he wanted to sleep next to me last night. This wouldnt have been so bad if Stinky, being a cat of very little brain, hadnt decided this seven times in one night. Hes very un-catlike, in that when he decides to lie down somewhere, he slams himself over sideways, and in this case into my sleeping form. Then after lying down for ten or so minutes, hed decide that he loved me, and ohhhh, how he luuuurved me. Hed purr and nuzzles and poke and inspect, then flop back down. After all the luvin, hed decide he wanted to play, so hed start biting my hands and raking my arms with his hind legs. After a while, he would get bored and go sleep in the sink for a while, before coming back more. This happened twice an hour all night, so once again, I got very little sleep.
I had to be up at 6:30am in order to make it to an appointment in Portland at 8:30. I hate being up that early. I never completely adjusted back to Eastern Standard Time after my trip to California in May. So I was a zombie all morning.
On the way back from Portland, a hawk flying over the turnpike dropped a very dead, very foul smelling thing on the car I was in, making a huge mess. It was the most repulsive, random thing Ive ever seen. I was gagging it was so gross. I wont go into detail, but it smelled bad enough that one of the guys working at the car wash had to cover his face with his shirt.
I came home and tried taking a nap, when my younger sister called, needing a ride home from school. So I drove over to the high school and waited out front for thirty minutes, even getting out to look around for her. I called home, and Steph answered, saying that my father had picked her up before I arrived. Fuck.
Then I get home, talked o Dot and Rolanda. Dot sent me the Affleck article. That cheered me up for a little bit.
Around 6: 45, I headed out to the school for my American Sign Language class. I get to the classroom and no one is there. This proffessorly looking gent walk by and says Are you Matt? The class began at 6 and I let them go early.
Arrrghhh!!!
bettietwoguns:
oh, poo. i am a loser. i suck. why do i not call you? why am i so busy? are you up for curry?