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Enjoy the new iPad omnis!
I have one more day in FL and I'm really looking forward to getting home. I have a flight first thing on Wednesday morning. This has been a two week trip and it's been very good getting the new show up and running, but I'm just really tired of living in a hotel room.
I think I'd write two $10 checks in that case, meara. I've done a frantic run to the ATM more than once when I didn't have cash on me on Cleaning Day. I'm glad there's one nearby!
omnis, congrats on winning the iPad!
I'm so sorry, Cass.
Two checks seems best in the circumstances.
I have cleaned up all of Kittenish's things. The two stuffed kitties that she stole from me are on a shelf. And the vet called to ask what I wanted for her. Cremation with her ashes returned to me.
And I guess we'll learn if being a solitary cat is good for Puppycat.
My dad is at oncology appointments all day. I don't know how he is either.
So today sucks. I am just so sad.
Sounds like a perfect time to flop on the floor and have a good cry for about five to ten minutes before you have to go be a grown-up again.
I wish I could share my cardboard box fort.
{{{ cass }}}
I'd like a fort. They sound comforting.
Sounds like a perfect time to flop on the floor and have a good cry for about five to ten minutes before you have to go be a grown-up again.
I keep doing that thing where you lean against a wall but end up sliding down to the floor while crying. Four weeks ago, I thought that was fictional and just looked like how you'd expect sad to look in a movie. Apparently not.
I do have a friend coming over in an hour and a half. And I've only got to take the unused syringes to donate at the vet left to do. I don't think I left anything that I want back at the boarding facility. Apart from Kittenish. I want her back more than anything. At least in a few days, I will have what is left of her with me.
Oh Cass, I'm glad you have a friend coming over soon. Let your friend take care of you, you don't have to be a grown up if you don't want to.
Four weeks ago, I thought that was fictional and just looked like how you'd expect sad to look in a movie
As long as you're not doing that thing where you close the door, and both you and him touch it soulfully as if you can "feel* through it, but it's all too poignant for words. Or eye contact.
Which is a roundabout way of deflecting from--I wish it were fiction, dammit, for everyone.