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kellan_the_tabbyI got up a bit late today, and took Samson to the vet. That went okay, but he's got tooth issues and will be on antibiotics for a while. Since he's one of my Wussy Cats, that means confining him somewhere. Up until very recently that was the bathroom...I guess it's time to think of something else.
Spent a long time working on this post, which I'd actually started last night. I'm semi-pleased with it. I think I'm going to do more meta-writing like that, on the theory that at least it's practice. Also, people might think it's cool enough that they start reading my LJ, and then I can do a web page with a weekly column and get people to subscribe to it, and then I can publish a compilation of my columns and make wads of money.
Okay, it's a theory.
It's been a long, rainy, somewhat dreary day. I decided to pamper myself and took a shower with the oatmeal-lily-mango soap I got from Peyton at Crown Tourney. Nice, nice stuff. I think I'm going to use 'cool-smelling' soaps more often - they're a not-expensive way to feel better about things. I _like_ smelling nice stuff, and I like the way the soap works. I've got a couple other cool-smelling soaps I want to dig out, too.
I have recaptured the Samson, and he is re-ensconced in the bathroom, with a surprising amount of petting allowed in transit. I still think I'm gonna wind up having to put him somewhere else, though.
Now I'm sitting here clean, in clean clothing, with clean hair, and everything smells _nice_ and I'm loving it. I'm surrounded by my rats and my cats and it's raining and cold outside, but it's nice and warm in here. I've got a couple of candles lit and good music on. I'm _writing_ again - nothing earthshattering, nothing that's going to make me wads of money, but ... stuff. Something.
There's been a lot of bad stuff over the last while and yeah, I've really been a mess at times. There was a lot of crying yesterday. Today is better. Tomorrow might be crappy again, and I expect a lot more crappy before I'm done the mental-rearrangement I've been working on, and figure out for sure where I'm going. But I'll take today, and tomorrow can take care of itself.
Spent a long time working on this post, which I'd actually started last night. I'm semi-pleased with it. I think I'm going to do more meta-writing like that, on the theory that at least it's practice. Also, people might think it's cool enough that they start reading my LJ, and then I can do a web page with a weekly column and get people to subscribe to it, and then I can publish a compilation of my columns and make wads of money.
Okay, it's a theory.
It's been a long, rainy, somewhat dreary day. I decided to pamper myself and took a shower with the oatmeal-lily-mango soap I got from Peyton at Crown Tourney. Nice, nice stuff. I think I'm going to use 'cool-smelling' soaps more often - they're a not-expensive way to feel better about things. I _like_ smelling nice stuff, and I like the way the soap works. I've got a couple other cool-smelling soaps I want to dig out, too.
I have recaptured the Samson, and he is re-ensconced in the bathroom, with a surprising amount of petting allowed in transit. I still think I'm gonna wind up having to put him somewhere else, though.
Now I'm sitting here clean, in clean clothing, with clean hair, and everything smells _nice_ and I'm loving it. I'm surrounded by my rats and my cats and it's raining and cold outside, but it's nice and warm in here. I've got a couple of candles lit and good music on. I'm _writing_ again - nothing earthshattering, nothing that's going to make me wads of money, but ... stuff. Something.
There's been a lot of bad stuff over the last while and yeah, I've really been a mess at times. There was a lot of crying yesterday. Today is better. Tomorrow might be crappy again, and I expect a lot more crappy before I'm done the mental-rearrangement I've been working on, and figure out for sure where I'm going. But I'll take today, and tomorrow can take care of itself.
