Silverthorne

...I have a bug bite on my left eyelid. Whee! Fortunately, it doesn't hurt and hasn't swelled enough to affect vision. I am popping Bendryl, however. :)

Also: Eggs.

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Dad has gone on to Tucson now, and I'm off work until next Monday.

He helped my get the whole budget thing back under control, so hopefully that means that you guys won't have to listen to me whine about my money woes for at least a little while now. :)

In short, I still don't deserve my very cool, very caring dad. But I'm glad I have him.

Of course, now it's just me and the cats and all I'm doing at the moment is sitting at the computer and obsessively clicking refesh on LJ for something to do. And for some reason I have Martha Stewart on the TV. I feel like I should be doing something more useful, but my motivation is shot (although some of that could very well have to do with the fact that I miss Dad already, and it's too cold, and my budget is too shot, for me to really want to 'go out' at the moment.)

Of course, I've thought of a few things I could do, including:

Find a movie channel/put in a movie or DVD/the LotR series/one of my anime series into the player and watch and/or work on art, writing, or even one of the RPGs I threatened to put together several months ago.

Play something on the PS3 (So that I can hang out on the couch instead of in my little computer nook).

Unhook the laptop from all the extra stuff, take it to the couch and play WoW while I watch TV, rather than sit at the desk and do the same thing.

Read a book, possibly with music playing in the background.

Redo the song list in my Zune and get rid of some of the songs I've decided don't really do me well as 'traveling' and working music.

Continue to sit here and obsessively hit the 'refresh' button while the TV plays on in the background.

Chores that aren't really necessary (and likely to happen this weekend anyway since that's when I normally do them). :P

Something else I haven't thought of yet.

Help me, doctor LJ, I need you to think and decide for me.

Or, in my case; Still No Car.

Everyone wants to look at it first before they can tell me what they think is wrong with it. Which means, since this weeks paycheck is pretty much dedicated to rent, I'll have to wait for Dad's check to come in later this week to get it towed.

Since I suspect it's actually electrical this time (long story about how the inside light turned on overnight, car almost started when I left it on, but when I turned if off, everything quit again, etc.), I'm going to just save the mess of having to tow it twice and take it straight to the Ford dealership. I love my mechanics, but I don't think they'll be able to fix it if it does turn out to be the electrical system.

Other than that, I'm doing good. Did a bit of character hopping this weekend, and will probably do more today. Got my lockboxes opened...and tipped well. :) And I got another black tabby, which I promptly auctioned, and then spent most of the money on upgrades. :P. Tried to buy a mount in advance for J's character on CC, found out the hard way you can't mail it or sell it, either. :/ (PS, Jess, please go get the siamese out of your mailbox if you haven't already, and let me know you got it out. Poor thing will probably need a ton of catnip by now. :) ).

Anyhow, my question is this; if I manage to snag a third black tabby, does anyone in the guild want it? I was going to send the second one I got to Geekie, but I didn't know if she already had one (and I wasn't sure Jess had been on to get her last kitty, which is why I didn't think to send it to her). Now is the time to let me know; I will happily camp until I get how ever many kitties my guildies want plus one or two more for AH. :)

To enjoy a love song, and then realize that neither it, nor any love song, will ever apply to you.

It would take too much changing of me to make it a possibility.

But at least I've felt it a few times. :)

I'm in a perfectly good mood, other than my ragweed allergies, which are making me a little draggy and out of it.

And someone asks me if I'm okay, because I 'look mad'.

...really? O.o

I mean, granted, I'm not smiling up a storm, and I'm sure the circles under my eyes, and the red eyes themselves from pollen irritation don't help the zombie look ..but seriously? Mad? The hell?

That's a confused 'the hell', BTW, not an angry one. I'm just honestly perplexed. I know I smiled and said hello.

Are my facial expressions really that out of synch with how I'm feeling, and what I think I'm projecting...or have people just gotten so poltically correct that unless you have a smile that can light a room by itself, then people assume you must be angry?

Other than the joys and woes of WoW (I was a bit grouchy when I posted about the owl hunter quest last night. It was past my bedtime, you see...)?

( It goes like this, you see... )

Maintenance can't find the leak, but my rug is still getting wet, even with the fan on, so tomorrow when the office is open again, I'll have to let them know. The upside to this? Foot doesn't like the noise of the fan, so Ula's had more opportunity to come out and hang with me without fear of being chased as often. She's also learning where the food dish normally goes (in the kitchen), and since Foot isn't going there as often, Ula is getting more food...and Foot less (which Foot needs because she is starting to surpass the 'pleasingly plump' stage).

I hate paying bills, especially right now with as tight as everything is (yes, I know that's contradictory to the other night of 'lalalalala! I have money for WoW'). I got everything paid, and on time, but I'm eyeballing the little red line that's easily seen, although not crossed, in the checkbook. Mostly, it's because of cats, yearly car fees plus insurance, the final gasps of the $500 'oops', the last of the payments for the pictures I had taken of me (taken directly out of my paycheck), and cats again. But once that's cleared out by the middle of next month, I'm back to basic bills again until December (car insurance again, whee!), other than the WoW account. And I redid how I do my lunch budget, so that should be a $60-$70 per paycheck regain right there. Also, it'll be getting cooler again soon, so I'll be using the AC a lot less, which will likely half my electric. Every little bit counts, and summer tends to suck for most people financially, anyway.

Still haven't made any WoW characters. Been too busy with RL issues, but hopefully will get at least one up and going, if not this afternoon or evening, than tomorrow for sure.

Mostly, now that the bills are paid for this round, most of my stress is coming from the wet floor and the uber-noisy shop fan sitting ten feet away. I'd move everything into the bedroom and close me and the cats in (the door makes a good shield from the noise), but then I couldn't watch TV or play vid games (even though it is kinda hard to hear right now anyway). And the bedroom is kinda small to be spending all my time in there.

I just hope the noise doesn't do long term damage to the cats' ears (I'm leaving the bedroom door open just enough so that they can get in and out with no problem, but so that the door shields them from the worst of the noise).

Ula will still ask for breakfast and not get freaked out until Foot does.

Foot will not freak out until you try and grab her to put her in a carrier. At that point, she will run under the bed and out of reach.

It's quieter in the living room than the bedroom when the alarm goes off.

The alarm in the bedroom is eardrum splitting, as is the one outside; it's possible the living room one doesn't actually have a speaker.

You can use food to bribe Ula out into the living room.

You cannot use food to bribe Foot into the living room, or even out from under the bed (although she will stick her head out far enough to grab nearby treats).

You must use a squirt bottle to herd Foot into the living room when she's freaked out. You then must take twenty minutes after the bad noise stops to regain her trust before she'll actually go eat breakfast (something neither cat is usually shy about begging for and gulping down once they get it.).

It takes Dallas FD eight minutes to show up when you call 911. Then again, I was both calm and groggy sounding.

It takes a full hour to shut the fucking alarm off.

Good morning, everyone!

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ETA: In case anyone wonders; I had two reasons for chasing Foot out into the living room. The first being that if we really did have to evac, I had a much better chance of getting hold of her and her not getting somewhere I couldn't reach her. The second being that it really was much quieter in the living room, especially once I'd closed the bedroom door. I was trying to keep her eardrums from getting as hurt as they could have been.

And yes, I made sure the building wasn't actually burning down before I tried to cat-wrangle.

It's like a family get-together where all the cousins show up as well. You may not want to go, but you feel like you're going back on your familial obligations if you don't.

I...really have no interest in watching it. I have a very mild interest in watching the opening ceremony, but only mild. The sports themselves I have no burning urge to watch and spend time on that I would rather spend elsewhere. Sure, I'll like to know who gets what, but...I dunno. I know there will be incredible stories, heart-rending accomplishments, the whole thing.

But I just can't bring myself to care.

And darn it all if I'm not getting the same guilty feeling I'd get if I were trying to find a way out of the family gathering...

I feel tired, hot, pissy, out of sorts, and completely zoned out. I'm getting irritated at people just because they're talking to me.

And I can't blame it on my 'monthly', since I just recently had it.

Make it stop.

:/