Can I just complain about Oz, the cat. He keeps peeing in my foyer. On hardwood. Then he covers it up with papers, hats, shoes, whatever he can find, and I don't find it until much later. Mostly he's not ruined anything, (Or I've managed to save it,) except today I found a hiking sneaker completely soaked in cat pee. Sigh.

On top of that, the vet thinks Oz's bullying behaviour is why Clio is chewing the fur off her paws. They mostly get along, but when he's a jerk, he's a real asshole. I don't really know what to do to correct him...it's hard to catch him in the act. And 95% he's a pretty good cat. Which makes the 5% of incorrigibility hard to take.

I can never remember where Gen X begins and ends. I think I'm a little old to be part of it? Or definitely version 1.0 or something.

It's mid-60s through mid-70s, I think.

Ooh, sorry about Oz being an asshole, Sue. Yikes. At least when my cat pees on the floor, he just leaves it there?

"the term generally includes people born in the 1960s through the late '70s, sometimes as late as the early '80s, usually no later than 1981 or 1982." from wikipedia

This day has been all about gronk. But! I mailed the letters to the Evil Bank of Evil (and the copies to all the agencies) and I hope this is the end of it. PHEW. Thanks so much to Maria and Le Nubian. You guys saved what was remaining of my brain.

Now all DH has to do is remember to start things up with the credit union.

At least when my cat pees on the floor, he just leaves it there?

The funny thing is that he never covers up anything in the litterbox. (A sign of asserting his dominance, the internet tells me.) But when he goes elsewhere, I never notice until the smell hits me.

Sociopath in the hizzouse!

I can totally see how just about anyone here (including me) could be called pretentious.

And I can see how I could be called a sociopath, but seriously? Don't make me cut a bitch.

I've been awake since far too early. I was in a mood. Then some kid barfed in the pool at a point in the swim that it wasn't worth it to wait for half an hour to finish. Besides, I am getting together with people at 7, and there wouldn't have been enough time. Which, now, because of mood, I don't feel like going. But I will. I just might bail early.

Allyson, also keep in mind the year is lurching painfully towards winter. Days are getting shorter and that can fuck with your head.

Man. I wish I could see me the way you guys do. It's a lovely vision.

Allyson, the thing is, we're all screwed in the head, to one degree or another. If you meet anybody who's well-adjusted, effective, productive, AND happy in their life for more than a few months at a time, there's something seriously wrong with them. We're all living on one edge or another. It's knowing where our edges are and having coping strategies to keep from falling over, whether that's a therapist, friends, nose flute lessons, yoga, whatever.