What a New Years Eve omfg
Hung out with sister, eating little snacky foods and watching the ball drop at Times Square. I would have liked to have been there, but it was like, 17 degrees. brrrr. Still, jackets and hats and gloves can be donned.
The neighbors were throwing a heeeuge drunken party. People were parked all up and down the block.
My Mack Mack kitty cat got into a fight the other day. I cleaned a small wound on his chin and applied antibiotic ointment. This worked SO well, that it healed over, and caused an abcess. ick. I had an appointment for the cat for 9 am New Year's Day, oh joy. (he's now fine, on antibiotics, but i digress)
Just as midnite struck and 2009 officially arrived, the moron neighbors fired off a load of fireworks. The cat jumped off my lap and darted across the room. At that point, I noticed something on the floor. The abcess had burst. EEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW. okay. So, got the cat, cleaned his wound. Then mopped the floor. Did I mention it was a long night? Happy New Years, Mack.
Went to bed, dog tired. Awoke to find that (OMFG) one of the idiot neighbor's idiot guests had entered my house and was wandering around in a drunken stupor. In the flap over the cat, I forgot to dead bolt the front door. I was so scared. Convinced the boozed up idiot that HE was the one that needed to leave the premises. Immediately. stressed Locked the door. Tried to go back to sleep.
Up at 8 a.m. to take the cat to the vet.
I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo tired now. Why am I not asleep? Nervous energy. ZOMG addiction. overload.
eek
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