It was a very quite weekend. Went to see my Bookman on Friday, as I do every Friday night, I'm beginning to think he is the reason for my obsession with books. I go in every Friday night to order a book just to chat with my Bookman. I have loved him for over the past 13 years. My obsession began when I was cutting hair at a salon that was across from the bookstore. He was married at the time. I spent many hours lusting over this man. Now he is recently divorce, so that poses a problem. I have this whole fantasy that could be at risk of being destroyed if I attempted to make it a reality.
So I worked all day yesterday, it was a long sad day at the vet clinic. Three of our long time patients were euthanized. After spending 3 years doing animal cruelty investigations, I thought the vet clinic would be a good change. But it only makes me angry, because here were three families doing everything they could to save their beloved pet and there was finally nothing to do, but to give them a good death. And I spent three years removing animals from horrendous conditions and telling people how to care for their pets. They didn't give 2 shits about the suffering of their pets, and the people who do all they can sit in our consult room holding and kissing their furry babies during their last breaths of life. People SUCK!!!
But my night turned out to be fun, not too exciting but I hung out with two of my best friends. We had dinner at one of the local pubs. Watched some drunken 40 something green toothed, hillbilly lady, dancing in her seat at the bar to 80ies hair band songs. We finally had to more to a different table, because she became increasingly annoying. My friend Kevin did a great impression of her and kept us in stitches all night. It was so great after a long week of writing papers, and offering compassion to those losing their best friends.
So now begins my final week of classes and now is crunch time!!! Next Sat is graduation and I'm scared to death!!! I have so much to do, so I best get movin' and finish up my work.
So I worked all day yesterday, it was a long sad day at the vet clinic. Three of our long time patients were euthanized. After spending 3 years doing animal cruelty investigations, I thought the vet clinic would be a good change. But it only makes me angry, because here were three families doing everything they could to save their beloved pet and there was finally nothing to do, but to give them a good death. And I spent three years removing animals from horrendous conditions and telling people how to care for their pets. They didn't give 2 shits about the suffering of their pets, and the people who do all they can sit in our consult room holding and kissing their furry babies during their last breaths of life. People SUCK!!!
But my night turned out to be fun, not too exciting but I hung out with two of my best friends. We had dinner at one of the local pubs. Watched some drunken 40 something green toothed, hillbilly lady, dancing in her seat at the bar to 80ies hair band songs. We finally had to more to a different table, because she became increasingly annoying. My friend Kevin did a great impression of her and kept us in stitches all night. It was so great after a long week of writing papers, and offering compassion to those losing their best friends.
So now begins my final week of classes and now is crunch time!!! Next Sat is graduation and I'm scared to death!!! I have so much to do, so I best get movin' and finish up my work.