moya

There's nothing quite like the feeling of coughing up a hairball. I think I've been trying to hack up some thing that's been stuck in my throat for the past few months, and I swear, maybe some of my hair got into my mouth while I was sleeping, and is now somehow still stuck in my throat somewhere. Once, I got a popcorn kernel stuck in my tonsil. Come to think of it, I've gotten many things stuck in my tonsils. Why do they refuse to remove them? I cannot keep affording to go to the 'ears, nose, and throat doctor' guy. Remove them, I say.

I've left the cat nip lying about since my sister left her cat in our care.. So right now, the cat is so high, it's almost a piss-off. The thing takes running jumps onto and off of furniture..and misses half the time. He falls/slips off everything like he doesn't know the edge is right there. And because he cannot stop running around the house, everything including me, my clothes, and my BED are covered in cat litter. As soon as he's done pinching the last loaf, he flies out of the litter box (you can hear each seperate piece of litter hit the hardwood and linolium floors) and runs. And where he runs, the litter is still falling out of his fur. Yes, his fur, all over . And now he's about to knock a glass lamp over.

I was invited to a 'singles dinner' at an acquaintences house for tomorrow night, which would be fully supplied with alcoholic drinks. It was easy enough to turn down, originally, and I still do, plan to go to the 'punk rock show' at some place in port. Funny thing is, is I drove by where the building is supposed to be, and..it's not there? Unless it's in what I thought and saw was a church. I could have misread the sign, or perhaps the buidlings are connected..or even worse, they're the same building.. Yea. I feel so retarded that, after seeing the directions and the address, and being told where the fuck the place is.. I cannot find it. I think I'm just fucked when it comes to finding places. Anyway, looking to the light that I AM going to be attending..I hope I have fun. And not get hit on by younger boys. Nothing like being asked if I'd like to hang out later, his curfew is now 11, like whoa! Losers .

I cannot really remember anything else that happened today.. Work flew by, six hours did not seem like six hours. I get paid next week. If I don't see a good raise on my paycheck, I'm getting an application at Lasata care center. I think. I keep holding it off because I really enjoy working with the people I work with. If I could take the ones I like with me, I would. Plus I'd lose all that seniority power..

I'm so tired. It's 11 minutes past my bedtime, which I decided would be 8 hours before I have to wake up. I haven't had a nap in the past two days during my normal napping hours, so I think that's throwing me off a little. But, is my ass going to remove itself from the computer before midnight on a friday night? Um, no. It's bad enough I have no where to go. Don't waste it sleeping. Though sleep is good! Confusion, anyone?

Someone has requested my friendship. If you are actually reading this, a comment or two would be cool, first. Hah. I'm so nice.
But really.

Staring at the screen for five minutes does not get written what is passing through me. But, there are other things worrying me that I must keep close eye on, and take care of now.