I Can't Sleep Anyway...
Sep. 7th, 2006 04:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unforthI'm awake, I might as well finish that post from yesterday while I decide if I'm going take Jonie to the vet (explanation pending).
Sunday, which I've already discussed by and large, started with going to the 4th Street Festival with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
closet_gnome, her husband, and buzzermccain. It was very nice, and I got to go get crepes, which I've been craving for weeks, but I was distressed and saddened by how expensive everything was. Much of the craft work was wonderful, particular the pottery (with the paintings being, in my opinion, lowest quality in general) but basically, there was "the price I'd be willing to pay for this," "the price I expect it will actually be" (generally 20-50 dollars more than the first price), and then "the price it actually is" (genereally 50% to 100% more than the price I thought things would be. Thus, rather than being a vast gift-getting enterprise, it was instead a, "spot things that would make good gifts, notice how much they cost, and then think better of iti" enterprise. I had fun nonetheless though; I just only got one small thing, a pin, and that was for me. ;)
Monday, Labor Day, was spent playing catch up. On Friday of last week, I came to the upsetting realization that I had 600 pages or so of class reading for the following week of which I had read not a single page, nor was I likely to have to time to do so over the weekend. Thus, I spent all day Monday reading that approximately 300 pages that I needed to have finished by Tuesday. I also did some cleaning and straightening, and that was about it.
I then woke up bright and early Tuesday (facilitated by a fucking bitch, who dialed me a wrong number at 7:15AM and then didn't even have the good taste to apologize for waking me, instead just hanging up when she realized she'd dialed the wrong number - I'd managed to get about 5 hours of sleep...) and headed to my first day of work at the ALF. I spent the next 8 hours binding pamphlets, a pleasantly numbing exercise (I bound about 80 pamphlets, for an idea of how easy this task is...) with only a lunch break to take care of the dog. At 5, I hurried home, discovered that Jonie, normally so well behaved, had shreaded two books of manga I had left on the floor, cleaned that a little bit, wrote the three page paper that I had due at 7 PM, ate dinner so fast I barely tasted it, and then ran out to class. I got home at 9:30, discovered Jonie had shredded another book, cleaned that all up, and launched promptly into the reading for Wednesday morning, which I hadn't started yet. I collapsed, too tired because of my lack of sleep the night before, at a little after midnight, only about a third of the reading complete.
Jonie threw up during the night; this woke me up. I decided that I didn't care. When I got out of bed at 8:15, having hit the snooze button for a little extra sleep, I was (as you can imagine!) absolutely DELIGHTED to discover that Jonie had also had bad diaherrea. Which was now soaking slowly into my carpet. Horrified, and still not done with my stinking readings for class in the morning, I got dressed as quickly as I could, scrubbed up the disgusting dog poo, and ran out to class. I finished the readings for class about an hour and a half into class; it was the best I could do. After class, I hurried home, was distinctly relieved that Jonie had neither shat on my carpet or eaten another book, and I embarked on the reading for class on Thursday, which amounted to another almost 250 pages. I headed to the ALF at 1:45, though, and worked there til 5, came home, returning home once again pleased to find nothing destroyed. I did some work for mom for about an hour, then went back to reading until midnight, finishing the main core of what I had to, though a little bit is still left as I type this. I took Jonie for her last walk; she had diaherrea but I didn't worry about it too much.
Should I mark this tab Thursday? Perhaps. (yep, decided to do so...) I woke up to see the alarm saying it was about 1:30 (this was a lie - my alarm is partially broken, not all the lines that make up the numbers appear, so it was in fact 3:30, a fact indistinguishable without looking at a second clock due to the malfunction) and, with a feeling of forboding because the dog was not placidly asleep beside me as is her normal wont at night, I turned on the lamp to discover that she had had diaherrea again on the carpet. Exasperated, and TIRED, I turned off the lamp, but grew quickly suspicious, turned it on again, and caught her having diaherrea AGAIN. Of course I yelled at her, and promptly took her out - which did not a lick of good, since she'd just gone to the bathroom, of course. I closed her in the bathroom - where if she had more sick, it'd at least be easy to clean - and embarked on cleaning up the latest disgustingness. 40 minutes later, I went to bed again, but I felt bad leaving her in the bathroom, and I was worried that she might be really sick, so finally I called Town and Country - the only emergency vet I know of in the area - and asked if they thought it sounded serious enough that I should bring her in now. They said it was basically my choice, that it didn't sound strictly necessary. However, it's not like I can bring her in first thing in the morning - I have class until noon - but it costs $70 extra to take her now...so I'm in the midst of trying to decide if I should take her in.
Sigh. I've pretty much made up my mind, though. I wonder if I should shower first? I have the bad feeling there is no more sleep in my future, not tonight.
It's been a fairly lousy week over all, though my spirits are still good. Today was supposed to be better, my day to recover, but it's already off to a pretty poor start, and I fear that it isn't going to get much better.
Nothing I can do now. :) I'm going to take a shower, get dressed, and take Jonie to the goddamn vet. :)
Sunday, which I've already discussed by and large, started with going to the 4th Street Festival with
closet_gnome, her husband, and buzzermccain. It was very nice, and I got to go get crepes, which I've been craving for weeks, but I was distressed and saddened by how expensive everything was. Much of the craft work was wonderful, particular the pottery (with the paintings being, in my opinion, lowest quality in general) but basically, there was "the price I'd be willing to pay for this," "the price I expect it will actually be" (generally 20-50 dollars more than the first price), and then "the price it actually is" (genereally 50% to 100% more than the price I thought things would be. Thus, rather than being a vast gift-getting enterprise, it was instead a, "spot things that would make good gifts, notice how much they cost, and then think better of iti" enterprise. I had fun nonetheless though; I just only got one small thing, a pin, and that was for me. ;)Monday, Labor Day, was spent playing catch up. On Friday of last week, I came to the upsetting realization that I had 600 pages or so of class reading for the following week of which I had read not a single page, nor was I likely to have to time to do so over the weekend. Thus, I spent all day Monday reading that approximately 300 pages that I needed to have finished by Tuesday. I also did some cleaning and straightening, and that was about it.
I then woke up bright and early Tuesday (facilitated by a fucking bitch, who dialed me a wrong number at 7:15AM and then didn't even have the good taste to apologize for waking me, instead just hanging up when she realized she'd dialed the wrong number - I'd managed to get about 5 hours of sleep...) and headed to my first day of work at the ALF. I spent the next 8 hours binding pamphlets, a pleasantly numbing exercise (I bound about 80 pamphlets, for an idea of how easy this task is...) with only a lunch break to take care of the dog. At 5, I hurried home, discovered that Jonie, normally so well behaved, had shreaded two books of manga I had left on the floor, cleaned that a little bit, wrote the three page paper that I had due at 7 PM, ate dinner so fast I barely tasted it, and then ran out to class. I got home at 9:30, discovered Jonie had shredded another book, cleaned that all up, and launched promptly into the reading for Wednesday morning, which I hadn't started yet. I collapsed, too tired because of my lack of sleep the night before, at a little after midnight, only about a third of the reading complete.
Jonie threw up during the night; this woke me up. I decided that I didn't care. When I got out of bed at 8:15, having hit the snooze button for a little extra sleep, I was (as you can imagine!) absolutely DELIGHTED to discover that Jonie had also had bad diaherrea. Which was now soaking slowly into my carpet. Horrified, and still not done with my stinking readings for class in the morning, I got dressed as quickly as I could, scrubbed up the disgusting dog poo, and ran out to class. I finished the readings for class about an hour and a half into class; it was the best I could do. After class, I hurried home, was distinctly relieved that Jonie had neither shat on my carpet or eaten another book, and I embarked on the reading for class on Thursday, which amounted to another almost 250 pages. I headed to the ALF at 1:45, though, and worked there til 5, came home, returning home once again pleased to find nothing destroyed. I did some work for mom for about an hour, then went back to reading until midnight, finishing the main core of what I had to, though a little bit is still left as I type this. I took Jonie for her last walk; she had diaherrea but I didn't worry about it too much.
Should I mark this tab Thursday? Perhaps. (yep, decided to do so...) I woke up to see the alarm saying it was about 1:30 (this was a lie - my alarm is partially broken, not all the lines that make up the numbers appear, so it was in fact 3:30, a fact indistinguishable without looking at a second clock due to the malfunction) and, with a feeling of forboding because the dog was not placidly asleep beside me as is her normal wont at night, I turned on the lamp to discover that she had had diaherrea again on the carpet. Exasperated, and TIRED, I turned off the lamp, but grew quickly suspicious, turned it on again, and caught her having diaherrea AGAIN. Of course I yelled at her, and promptly took her out - which did not a lick of good, since she'd just gone to the bathroom, of course. I closed her in the bathroom - where if she had more sick, it'd at least be easy to clean - and embarked on cleaning up the latest disgustingness. 40 minutes later, I went to bed again, but I felt bad leaving her in the bathroom, and I was worried that she might be really sick, so finally I called Town and Country - the only emergency vet I know of in the area - and asked if they thought it sounded serious enough that I should bring her in now. They said it was basically my choice, that it didn't sound strictly necessary. However, it's not like I can bring her in first thing in the morning - I have class until noon - but it costs $70 extra to take her now...so I'm in the midst of trying to decide if I should take her in.
Sigh. I've pretty much made up my mind, though. I wonder if I should shower first? I have the bad feeling there is no more sleep in my future, not tonight.
It's been a fairly lousy week over all, though my spirits are still good. Today was supposed to be better, my day to recover, but it's already off to a pretty poor start, and I fear that it isn't going to get much better.
Nothing I can do now. :) I'm going to take a shower, get dressed, and take Jonie to the goddamn vet. :)
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