I had to set the grammar checker on “casual” in Werrrd, it was being way too nit-picky.
Did some good painting last night and I have hopes that this dolly might do well. I deviated from my usual style and applied heavier, darker makeup. We’ll see.
I took some watercolors to my shrink appointment and she said I should sell paintings on eBay. That was a nice compliment, and not a bad idear either. I’ll have to check it out and see what the market’s like. I could maybe do pet portraits.
Still in two minds on two important issues: whether or not to keep the cats permanently and also whether or not to move. With the cats, it’s hard because my apartment is so small, less than 700 square feet, and they jump onto every horizontal surface, knocking over everything. It basically means that if my stuff’s not in a closed cabinet, I can’t have it out. And as to moving, I don’t know if I can be bothered with the trouble and expense. I mean, I’ve got a couple more years of school left and then I plan to ditch this city. I was hoping that by moving into a more “happenin’” neighborhood, my social life might improve. But hell, I’m so used to being alone that I could really give a shit about that. A social life keeps me away from my work anyway. Who knows. I don’t have to decide right this minute. With my lousy credit rating, it’s a fair possibility that I wouldn’t be able to move anyway. Besides, staying here where they're building one of those super-duper retail center mo-fo's across the street is tempting. How handy is that?
It cracks me the fuck up, that they're building the store here, in a relatively run-down area. Does that mean they're trying to "gentrify" the whole place? Oh lord.
Well, coffee mug’s empty and me lil’ kitten-kats are hungry.
2:34 PM
You know what’s weird? The cats kinda quack or squeak, I don’t know how to describe it, when they’re sitting at the window and they see a bird that they want real bad. Is this normal? :-) The first time I heard them do it, I was like, "what the hell?"
I don't seem to be so allergic to the cats anymore. For one thing, they're on the raw diet, which means fewer toxins in their systems that they're shedding. For another, though, maybe I just got used to them. I do take asthma medication, but as for the more topical allergies that used to plague me, the more "hayfever" type symptoms, well, I seldom get those anymore. I'll bet if this place were spic-and-span, I might not even have to take my asthma meds. It's probably my own filth that's making me sick.
8:56 PM
I think the optical place screwed up my prescription. I'm gonna have to follow up on that. 'Cause, I also got sunglasses and they don't mess with my eyes like my regular glasses. By the way, my sunglasses RAWK! It's the first time in over ten years I've gotten prescription sunglasses. You know how tiring it is to go squinting, frowning and screwing up all my facial muscles every time I go outside? Not to mention the nice wrinkles I've acquired as a result. And these are even polarized, which I didn't know you could do with prescription lenses. Man, I'm loving it.
It's not like my kitties to be clingy and low-energy, but they've been sacked out all day. Took a nap with me and everything. Missy's on my lap and she was sleeping a minute ago. Went into REM sleep with her lil' paws twitching and her eyes opening, revealing that third eyelid. Freaky. I wonder what cats dream about?
Talking about being alone earlier; I need some type of flesh-and-blood companion, and I find animals easier to get along with in the long-term than humans.
I have to admit that XP is kinda nice (*choking on words*). It's cool that I don't need separate software to download pictures from my camera. And as for my camera, oh *yeah*! I'm totally digging it.
I took pictures of a bunch of dollies today, outside in the sunshine. It's awkward playing dollies in front of the neighbors. Always invites comment. "Ya got a kid?" "No, I'm my own kid." The pictures revealed that my repaint needs more work. I had the irises really nice but then I fucked them up, and the eyeshadow sucks. I'm not into it tonight, though. I've decided that I'll do it tomorrow in the daylight. Hmm, but y'know, I could do her hair tonight and then not worry about it tomorrow. Alright.
Missy's grooming the back of my hand raw with her rough tongue. Ouch. I should have her go to town on my face, I wouldn't need dermabrasion. Once in bed she did try to lick my eyes but that hurt. Didn't mean to hurt her feelings, but I couldn't take it.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 12:36 PM
1 Comments:
It's normal. I call it "kitty-cackling". Mine do it all the time when they look out the window at the pigeons. At first I thought they were trying to imitate the coo-ing, but they do it when they see sparrows, too.
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