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Interesting weather patterns in my head lately. And by interesting I mean whee all aboard the depression train. There have been things dredged out of the various lockers of my unconscious that have been fucking with me royally lately and it sucks. But that's not really news and I'm kinda tired of sitting in my hamster ball of negative, so fuck it all in the ear.
The heat has finally broken out here. I woke up chilly this morning, and it was fucking delicious, you have no idea. After a week of 90-100 degree soup? gray and comparatively cold was a minor miracle.
I have 8 books out from the library right now. I had five initially out, and then I put in for holds on several other books I was interested in, thinking they'd take at least a week or so to get returned and sent to Northampton. Nope. It took 48 hours. Now I have ALL THE READS lol. Thank fuck for the ability to renew online. Currently in the middle of Sister Citizen: Shame, Stereotypes, and Black Women in America and I am having some serious FEELS about this book and how it relates to my life and experiences. But that's for another post. I don't feel like poking that particular badger with a spork right now.
Ash continues to be large, fuzzy and dumb as a bag of bricks. The front door blew open last night and of course he dashed out to have adventures in the parking lot area before we noticed he was gone... except judging by the frantic way he galumphed back into the house after I yelled his name out our door, he'd gotten out and promptly forgot where home was until he heard me calling him. Also? some of the cherry tomatoes I brought in from the pots last week are mysteriously gone - either they are now under an appliance or he's eaten them. He falls out of windows, still fails to perceive Lily in the room if she's above his eye level and yet is ACUTELY conscious of every bug in the room and outside the window, makes the worst smelly catfarts, and will get under your feet when descending the stairs. And yet he'll do cute shit like curl up in between![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cell23 and I at night and become a big fuzzy tribble of purrs and love so I can't turn him into a small rug like I keep threatening. Of course, all of this is pretty much exactly everything I ever want in a cat.
We have kids this weekend. Gonna see about taking them to the Scottish festival this weekend, or barring that, the Springfield quadrangle. It'll be a good weekend to hang out outside; maybe I'll see about getting some of my plants repotted.
IDK that's pretty much all i got without letting myself descend into the howling maelstrom my head's been for the last month. :/
The heat has finally broken out here. I woke up chilly this morning, and it was fucking delicious, you have no idea. After a week of 90-100 degree soup? gray and comparatively cold was a minor miracle.
I have 8 books out from the library right now. I had five initially out, and then I put in for holds on several other books I was interested in, thinking they'd take at least a week or so to get returned and sent to Northampton. Nope. It took 48 hours. Now I have ALL THE READS lol. Thank fuck for the ability to renew online. Currently in the middle of Sister Citizen: Shame, Stereotypes, and Black Women in America and I am having some serious FEELS about this book and how it relates to my life and experiences. But that's for another post. I don't feel like poking that particular badger with a spork right now.
Ash continues to be large, fuzzy and dumb as a bag of bricks. The front door blew open last night and of course he dashed out to have adventures in the parking lot area before we noticed he was gone... except judging by the frantic way he galumphed back into the house after I yelled his name out our door, he'd gotten out and promptly forgot where home was until he heard me calling him. Also? some of the cherry tomatoes I brought in from the pots last week are mysteriously gone - either they are now under an appliance or he's eaten them. He falls out of windows, still fails to perceive Lily in the room if she's above his eye level and yet is ACUTELY conscious of every bug in the room and outside the window, makes the worst smelly catfarts, and will get under your feet when descending the stairs. And yet he'll do cute shit like curl up in between
cell23 and I at night and become a big fuzzy tribble of purrs and love so I can't turn him into a small rug like I keep threatening. Of course, all of this is pretty much exactly everything I ever want in a cat. We have kids this weekend. Gonna see about taking them to the Scottish festival this weekend, or barring that, the Springfield quadrangle. It'll be a good weekend to hang out outside; maybe I'll see about getting some of my plants repotted.
IDK that's pretty much all i got without letting myself descend into the howling maelstrom my head's been for the last month. :/
