i've come to a stand still in the garage. i can go no further until doc moves his stuff. my newfound motivation is contagious and he wants to do as much around the house as i have been. but he works. i don't. the house is my "job", if you want to call it that. i have no screaming offspring to deal with, just a nice house and a few cats and a dog that thinks he's a cat.
a friend is looking for a home for a dog that has some unknown illness. it's probably a vitamin deficiency, but there is no way to know without taking it to the vet. the people who had it didn't even have dog food. i swear people aren't worth wasting time on. we can't take the dog. even if it was healthy, we can't take the dog. i have a dog. he thinks he's a cat. the cats think he's a cat. peace here is predicated on that. and i can only handle one dog. i wish i knew of someone who could take it, though.
i think tomorrow i'll ask doc if i can order the recovery disk for the laptop. i want to get it set back up again. i haven't installed most of my work programs on the laptop because i'm waiting, and because windows live hoses them anyway. once i get the recovery disk, i can let Acer take back over my laptop instead of Windows having control. Windows has no business being in control, it is the drunkest girl at the party. i'd rather let Major control the laptop. he'd meow it into submission. *hugs the cat to shut him up*
speaking of Major, we're thinking he is a "special" cat. he's not clever, he's not coordinated and he meows for me constantly unless i'm holding him or he's eating. he's just a bit slower than the other cats. that just makes him more precious to me. i spoil and dote on him. even the other cats look out for him. and he and Vader get along famously. thankfully he doesn't have the wanderlust that Vader has. in fact he is opposed to going outside. that makes things easier, because i don't think i trust him to get home safely. i mean, this is the cat from the shelter with a BB embedded in his shoulder.
i think i'll take a seroquel and sleep tonight. i've been sleeping in spurts and fits, but i'm having fits while i'm sleeping and having all manner of nightmares and waking up constantly paranoid. i can't take it. i need solid sleep. i need to wake up wondering what day it is. i think i will do that tonight. i slept while doc did this evening, but i think i'm off because i need 8 uninterrupted hours at least once a week.
i let doc sleep until he had to get into the shower. so i didn't get any time with him tonight. bummer. but usually we go over what i need to get done while he's at work, and there is nothing to do. i've been doing my chores and his. the only reason i've not taken over the yard work is because i know that he really enjoys working in the yard and i don't want to take that away from him.
where's my dog? oh, that's right, he stayed out back when i last came in. he's little, i lose him. what can i say?