Zhesi jisheng

I resolved after my last post to stop writing about my pets' medical problems. It was starting to seem like a thing I did every week.

But that's not working out for me. In brief then: One of my cats (Ema) has a mass in her abdomen. Probably a tumor. Inoperable because she can't handle the anesthesia and blah blah blah. Bad prognosis. She looks fine and acts (mostly) fine, but she isn't. Or soon won't be.

This all came out on Friday night, very late, at the 24-hr Animal Emergency place on 4th.

Bitch of a long weekend, really.

Saturday morning was all fucked-up on account of the sadness and exhaustion. Emily was staying over and we slept on my bed for about three hours before the sun came in on us. I spent the rest of the day jittery with anxiety and finally took some prescription medication (not mine) that I'd found in the bathroom, hoping to calm down. It worked. Fell asleep and dreamed about hallways. Marian standing up in a rowboat saying "Good water!"

I woke up stoned and went for breakfast with Narns, Kimi, Sachi and L.D.M. Tried to keep my mouth from hanging open while we waited for our pancakes, but failed.

I came home from breakfast all full and strange. Bed looked nice so I napped until dinner. Kim cooked a perfect turkey at her apartment, plus all manner of thanksgiving food. Including stuffing. I'm a fan of stuffing.

Dinner, then, was good.

Monday, today, I spent with Ema. Mainly we played videogames. I worked the controller and made the decisions (go this way, kill that imp) and she slept on my stomach. We also ate, read, sat at the computer and watched Animal Planet. It was a small day.

Now I'm tired without having earned it, which is a feeling I hate, and the light in my room is going all yellow on me.

I'm always sick of something when the light does that.