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'Bring On The Night'
Natter .44 Magnum: Do You Feel Chatty, Punk?
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Now that's a good thing.
Aaahhhrggg. Basically, still not sure what is going on. Vet is just as frustrated. Pancreas seem ok. The gall bladder and liver are under suspicion. There will be biopsies. He's on a drip and antibiotics. Still not eating a helluva lot, which is a problem. He's much perkier, but still way under his old self. He wasn't talking, and he's a talker. Still, he was getting up and walking around and headbutting me and exploring as much of the room as the tube would let him. His belly is shaved.
Depending on how he does overnight, foodwise, I may get to bring him home tomorrow for the rest of the weekend.
This is insane. I go between "oh fuck I'm going to have to euthanize my cat" to "maybe he's getting better." And honestly, we just don't know. I can't brace for anything. Not hope or despair. So fucking weird.
Perkier is good, sara.
So, since I told Annoying Friend I'm not going to the party, now she isn't either. She's better friends with Party Host than I am! And she lives like 45 minutes closer than I do! Lame.
So what are people doing this weekend?
Working. Feh.
My thoughts are with Mister Kitty and you, sara. I won't tell you to try and relax cause I know I couldn't.
I just cleared two boxes out of the VortexRoom and swapped to the other dining table that I have. I think the old one and its chairs are going on craigslist. It was fabulous in my breakfast nook but it just isn't working here.
And I am supposed to be at a friend's house for dinner in less than an hour. Off to descumify myself. Actually prettify cause I already took a shower. But there needs to be makeup and clothes and, if I get really wild, hair products. But definitely five minutes of makeup and some clothes.
Still at work. Still hoping to go out to dinner tonight, even if it's after midnight.
bon bon insent.
I have to say, Tyra Banks isn't bad at krav. I'd love to be a hatah, but I can't. I quite like the episode. They had...Tocarra? from ANTM attacked in a parking lot, and then talk about it and try to identify her attacker.
Now Marcus is teaching krav to Tyra and some members of her audience. Tyra is tearing shit up. Or, to be accurate, Tyra is tearing up Chris Patterson.
Huh.
Is the cartilage broken?
Apparently.
I said that!
Spidra, make yourself get out this weekend. You will love the Arts & Crafts exhibit.
This weekend I am: probably going to see the Bettie Page movie because my friend Lars is in it, plus 50s fetish fashion. Little League on Sunday.
Tonight I went to the Zam Zam and met a couple who were a musician and a designer and owned their own house in SF (amazing!) and he had my Bubblegum book on his Amazon wishlist and was also obsessed with Tom Waits and she was cool and OCD and it was a conversation filled with OMG! and connections and I got their card and email address.
We talked about Farfisas, Lowrys, Hammonds, Sagitarrius (the group), record shopping in Vegas, Lancelot Link & the Evolution Revolution and Gary Usher. (music geek talk with a side of rare keyboards)