Wednesday, July 06, 2005

What a shock it is, to live in relative comfort. I actually covered up with a sheet last night. Surprising, how used I had gotten to the heat. Windows open, letting in whatever noise there might be, usually sleeping with nothing on and no covers at all, and not having too much trouble with it. Haven't had my caffeine yet, so I'm not quite coherent. Gimme dat. Now with the A/C on, I slept hard, as if drugged, with stupid dreams not worth recollecting.

Wow those cats are tear-assing like it's going out of style! So funny, zoom zoom zoom, up and down the length of my less-than-700-square foot apartment. I think Peep's already lost weight.

I've lost weight just from doing the cleaning these past few days. Isn't that funny? That's good, because I had Ice Cream Belly.

Have a shrink appointment today, must not forget that.

Bad news: with the windows shut, I guess the dust and cat hair is contained and my asthma is acting up. I've had to use my inhaler more in the past couple of days than I had in a while. Another reason to clean the place. Also, apartment management sent around a note saying they're entering the apartments next week for "fire inspections." I think that those are flimsy excuses for management to eyeball private living spaces.

I also asked Mike if he'd poke his head into my apartment this weekend to check on the cats and feed the fish. He didn't commit, so don't know if he will. No big whoop either way, and I think I might feel more comfortable if he didn't. I wouldn't want him to bring his friends over or something like that, so they can make fun of all my dolls and whatnot. I already password-protected this document and a couple of others.

Hey, you know what? You know that old wives' tale about if your palm itches, it means you're going to get money? Well, it's true, I swear. Yesterday my palm was itching and it turned out that in the mail I got the refund check for my cancelled class. Cool! And was that mega-quick, or what? I wasn't expecting to see that money for at least a month.

Newman's carrying around a mouse whose tails has been torn off. Awww. He's so soft and silky, it's like touching angels.

I want to reread that part of Little House on the Prairie, where Laura is forced to give her doll, Charlotte, to a bratty neighbor child and then steals her back after the brat discarded her. Ma actually apologized to Laura for making her give up the doll. In my childhood, and probably now too, that's unheard of, a parent apologizing for anything. It was like we were supposed to regard them as divine. It's so much nicer to deal with humans.

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 9:04 AM

2 Comments:

At 5:37 PM, Blogger Kate the Peon said...

You do mean that Newman is soft and silky, and not the mouse...right?

 
At 7:33 PM, Blogger Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) said...

Hey, I like rabbit-fur mice, LOL! "I take pride in my English skills" --good one, Newpeep. ;-)

But yeah, Newman is so wonderfully soft. You wouldn't think that white fur would reflect light, but he glows. *sigh* I'm in love.

 

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