Haven't gone to see a doc regarding my bladder; we'll see how it goes. Right now I feel pretty good. I found some Craisins and have been eating those. If I feel like shit tomorrow, and I probably will because these things just don't go away by themselves, I'll ditch school and see a doc.
So, Wacko Jacko walked, did he? Of course he did.
We have to read Cat's Eye by Margaret Atwood in class and I've had a copy of that book for years, just read it all the way through last winter. Now, I can't find it. I found the other books I have by Atwood and I even found Moby Dick, ugh, but I can't find this. I fear that I loaned it to a certain dickhead who shall remain nameless but whose initials are Eduard. What a waste -- he totally didn't dig the things I liked, was actually disdainful, in fact. I hate pseud-intellectual cunts like him. There's nothing worse than a gottdamn drunk. (But it was oh, so familiar; I slipped into it very easily, even as I questioned myself.)
Have to walk Heidi. Walked her after school but she didn't do anything. She's been crated all damn day, poor soul. I placed a second call in to Spaniel Rescue but I haven't heard back yet. I desperately need them to take her. Haven't heard from anyone who might have read a flyer either. I'll bet she was dumped off. Maybe they got pissed off at her because she rolled in a dead squirrel right after coming home from the groomers, so they took her for a car ride.
My mouse died for some reason. Fun navigating the computer without it. Cut my hand on a tin can while taking out some trash. Bled like a stuck pig. Not my day!
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 9:04 PM
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