OMG WOULD YOU BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED THIS MORNING? Last night I put Kiwi away in her play pen to go to sleep. This morning at 6AM I heard the bells on her collar. I thought it was my imagination, maybe she was just wandering in her pen. Finally I went to the door and lo and behold, here was princess poops-a-lot herself, excited and as pleased as can be. I was too tired to argue so I let her get in bed for a few minutes before I got up and put on my contacts. I cleaned up her poop from the bathroom upstairs and after getting ready for work, wandered downstairs.

The little glutton had broken OUT of her playpen and then INTO my bag of trash. I had put it by the front door to throw away on my way to work in the morning. There was old bok choy and napa lettuce all over the living room and a very empty and cleaned off Jersey Mike’s wrapper. She’d managed to polish off an entire 5” roast beef with mayo, tomato and lettuce sandwich! No wonder she was so gleeful! It was not the situation I wanted to be in considering I had a bus to catch in 10 minutes! I tossed her in her kennel and cleaned up the garbage, complaining to the unsympathetic air. Knowing my luck, Princess is going to live up to her name and have a whole day of poop now.

Life with Poops-a-lot is such a roller coaster -__-

First, here's a link to J's webcomic!

http://www.failfriends.com/spy-vs-pyro

I love her one on Team Fortress today because it totally makes me want to drop everything, run home an play, even if it means setting up my gaming zone on the floor. I MISS MY GAMES. :(

Also, has anyone ever experienced picking up ur significant other's mannerism or speech? K used "fraudcake" in a conversation, which is one of my random words and I just thought it was really cute and funny!

The condo is coming along well! We've slowed down with the work, prob because i'm able to sleep there now so it's not as big of a rush but I hope to finish the basic jest of it by next week. Next month I want to redo the downstairs bathroom and next year, the kitchen needs a full remodeling but that's all gonna be in the future.

K got me a queen size bed for my house warming gift! (Squeal, new bed!) I've been sleeping on a twin since well.. I was a kid so this is such an amazing change. The bed makes me feel like I've fallen into a cloud.. Still trying to get used to that but I slept straight through till morning today, so it's good!

( My new bed! )

Wheee!

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I miss drums. I don't care how much I should be a bigger, better person and more understanding but this situation still sucks majorly.

Playing fair and nice is overrated.

Cue dramatic opening music with lots of tension.

We’re in Vegas. The majority of the population (or all the ones we’ve actually met) are zombies. Sensitive to sound and limited in vision except in closer range, they are wandering the casinos, tearing up the poker tables, meandering through the buffet lines. We’re separated. One group is in Chinatown, trying to find an alternate mode of transportation, another is in Paris, attempting to work its way through while salvaging weapons and well…general cra*p stuff.

And us? Well, we’re at the Wynn because damn it, if we’re going to be stuck stealing foodstuff from any hotel, it might as well be the best. Someone got the crème brulees and cheesecake? Good.

We’re now on the 11th floor, having escaped our way from some zombies in the elevator. Armed with a gun from a security guard, the leg off a very nice barstool and a lot of chips, we hurry down the hallway, on edge, trying to hear for signs of dragging feet and gurgling noises. Wait! There’s a half open door! What’s this? A maid, having worked so many shifts, she doesn’t even know the infection has erupted in exponential disaster? We hurriedly close ourselves in, munch on some delicious baguettes while we fill her in and load ourselves up with homemade bombs made out of aerosol cleaning supplies. We must find a way out! We make our way towards the stairwell only to hear sounds. Hurry! Into the conference room that has mysteriously appeared! We all crouch down, hoping the zombie will pass us by.

A gruesome façade of a concierge approaches, her blood stained suit a shining burgundy red as she trudges by. Someone coughs. She stops. Her head swivels. We forgot to turn off the light! We easily see her through the glass walls. I reach up slowly, trying to get to the light switch without her noticing. She’s turning, she’s turning…My fingers, outstretched, manage to flick the switch down, dropping us into semi-darkness, the filtered lights of a self-sustained Vegas still making its way in to let us watch each other in shadowed tension. The zombie leans up close against the glass…is it smelling for us? Listening? We keep as still as we can, our breathing all but stopped. We can’t be sure there’s not more out there. She turns her head finally and begins to move on.

What should we do now? Someone asks. Head downwards through the stairwell, the most direct route and attempt to escape? Or try to find another way out through the laundry chute? Or attempt to climb the air ducts and get to the security office for more weapons?


…and then I woke up :(

Someone told me "if someone really wants to do something, they'll make it happen no matter what. If not, they keep making excuses or forgetting, they just don't care enough."

Thoughts?

Here.. Have a story of adventure! Blood! Overdosing of pain meds!

So Saturday, wake up w severe abdominal pain. Sunday, still day of painful suck but I thought maybe just a really bad cold or flu or something. (considering I just finished meds for a bad ear infection from a cold, totally possible) then Sunday night, I'm feeling really awful, like a 7 on pain scale so k takes me to urgent care. Wait for an hour, dr feels my tummy n by then I'm at a 9. They fear appendicitis but there so CT scanner so I take a urine test, they shoot me up w morphine n send me to ER. Yay.

ER wait for 20-30 min, I'm a bit delirious at this point, go in and they hook me up to IV, some more pushing of my stomach (yes it hurts if u push, do u have to keep pushing?) and more morphine. Draw blood n another pee cup test. The world's most painful an long ultrasound to check my ovaries and stuff for blockage n cysts n it's more morphine time! Then some more morphine (are u guys seeing the pattern?) ultrasound comes back negative, blood shows high white blood cell n I'm still not allowed a sip of water. Then, CT scan prep n I have to drink nasty smelly contrast solution water thing for 2 hours (it's now 3 am). Finally go in for CT. Wait for results. More morphine.

Scan comes back showing inflamation OR infection, but not sure where. Maybe my colon or surrounding areas or maybe my appendix.. Because oh yea, they aren't ure if CT is accurate. Great. Surgical resident comes down, still no real clue. Start giving my antibiotics for general hit/miss of infection. But surgeon tells me if virus, antibiotics useless. So much love. More morphine. Says u have 2 choice. Take vicodin, antibiotics, go home, come back if not get better. Or get admitted, take pain killers n antibiotics n we'll push on ur tummy every hour to see if u get better. Or we cut a hole in u and stick a camera inside. Wait, that's 3 options.

Suddenly lots lots pain... Up morphine, no work, they up morphine again! I'm now in pain, delirious, nauseous, crying and I just want to go home. Second surgeon comes back. Oh yea, we think we got it. Lymph node infection in ur intestines. We think. Or could still be colon infection, no wait maybe.. Well, just comeback if it gets worse. Err.. Actually comeback anyways.

Get wheelchaired home. So drugged up, the wheelchair gives me motion sickness. I'm on my second day home n the antibiotics make it where icant be further than 10 feet from a bathroom. Still popping vicodin every now n then.

Merry Christmas from my colon. (maybe)

I feel miserable. Think I caught a cold or sinuitus or some random thing. Hard to focus at work n nothing seems to be getting better. In RL, just when things seem to be going good, stupid things keep bringing me back to a lousy reality. Why are u expected to have to compromise urself...? What if I'm just not okay w some things? Is it high standards or incompatibility?

...my head is all muddled by the drugs. Ignore all the crap I'm spewing for self analysis. Did I mention I feel like cr*p? Yea.

Someone inferred to me today that my job basically requires no concentration or effort. The part that sucks the most? They're right. I'm just a non- glorified fed paper pusher right now. What do I have to offer except wasting time and creative time management?

Guess this is what "the truth hurts" means. :/ I need to start looking for a new job. So much for the pros of staying here.

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