here's a picture of Major at the vet today: http://twitpic.com/cvorvp. the visit was fine, the ride was stressful. the lump in is elbow is a BB, someone shot my cat. it can stay in there. it's not hurting anything. he weighs 9.15 lb.s. and he is about 3 years old. he needs shots. we'll be taking him to our regular vet soon for those. our vet is much closer and much less expensive. plus i love her. and so do the cats. Major will love her, too.
felix got ito a fight and his face is cut up, so he's staying in tonight whether he likes it or not. doc is sleeping in my room because it will probably get loud in here. growling and hissing and whatnot. felix gets really cranky when he can't go out. right now he's asleep under the a/c vent. he's right, it is hot out there. even i'm smoking in the bathroom with the fan on. it's too hot for me. it's 106. yeah. but it's a dry heat, until you are covered with sweat and stay that way because there is no breeze to take it away. the tourists have it easier. they are always on the move and because of buildings and traffic, there's always a breeze on the strip.
the poetry harvesting is depressing right now. three years, four poems, and two of them were accidental. i'm to 2006. only four more years to go. it should take about an hour and a half. i plan to finish it tonight. i can start titling them tomorrow. then put them away for a while. maybe get them printed and loosely bound to take to readings. i did that with the ones i published in Stop Poking Me Lady.
so B is going to be storing a couple of his bikes over here. turns out he's "found" the scooter that was supposedly stolen by a truck bearing a striking resemblance to ours. he wants doc to help him move them over here with his truck. that means getting a honda goldwing four feet up off the ground and then back down again. yeah. i really hate B. doc is already hurt from laying down the scooter bike the other day. now he has to go on his weekend and do this for this poor schmuck who doesn't seem to have any other friends. and for some reason it is up to us to constantly bail him out. well, not literally. J bailed him out of jail last time he went. there is that. we just have to clean up his messes.
and i'm going to have a side yard full of bikes and he will have an excuse to just drop by. though he has been warned that i've been carrying around a knife and have been awfully stabby lately. good doc. scare the dipshit so he doesn't bother me.
we're definitely getting a dog. not in june, this month we're getting my medical marijuana card. i'm paying for half and doc is paying for half. my shrink is actually going to give me my records and write a letter to a prescribing doctor about my medical history. yay!!! that saves some money and a lot of time. it will make the whole process that much easier. he warned against taking too much and exacerbating my deoression with laziness and lack of motivation, but was completely behind me taking it with my valium instead of having to up my dose, and using it to help me sleep. so i'm really excited about that.
now i'm going to go get Major out from under the chair and try to get him to drink some water. he's been home for three hours now, and has been under the chair the whole time. kitty needs to come out.