Cydniey Buffers (cydniey) wrote,
Cydniey Buffers

font frustration

so all the files i downloaded of fonts had all this shareware with it. the installation was complicated and long and if you decline the crap, you can't have the font. fuck that. so i'll get my fonts somewhere else. i know there were other sites i used to use. i installed photoshop, so of course i want fonts to play with.

how many times can i say and type 'font' in one day?

doc is on the loveseat, snoring. i guess he was tired, i was just talking to him.

i got my cereal. and then, when i felt better, i made ham and baby swiss crescent rolls. i had a couple (what? they're small), and made a couple for doc and a couple for R. now my stomach feels better. much better. after a rousing round of belches. i'm much better now.

i'm tired again. i'll stay up and look for fonts (there's that word again!). i have to take the dog for a walk, after R comes over. yeah, and i have to wait up for R. i'll sleep later this evening.

i'm collecting all the seasons of Burn Notice. i already have 5,6, and 7. i've discovered there are some that i've missed. a-ha! something to watch. i've also downloaded a number of "cult" films. Liquid Sky, Sid and Nancy, Breaking Glass, Repo Man, Brazil . . . that type of thing. so i have those to watch. funny, three of those, i have the soundrack to. that reminds me i just got the soundtrack to Run Lola Run. i should listen to that. . . softly.

later . . .

oops, minimized the window and forgot i was writing in here.

i took a three hour nap. after i listened to Run Lola Run.

i've been up for an hour and a half and i'm just now getting my head together. see why doc can't be home in the mornings? i can't even stand the animals when i first wake up. and of course they all go through their "yay, mommy's up" dances and cuddles and stuff. so as i get my coffee my feet are surrounded by a fog of moving fur. as persistent as the caterpillar's hookah smoke.

damn, i nearly got poetic there. ack! i wasn't even trying, i swear.

i think doc and i have worked out the eating conversation. i told him i get defensive because every time he brings it up, he's immediately, "talking to a child", and it drives me round the bend. so i don't think we'll be having any more arguments about it. i think we will have discussions about it from here on out.

we've been hashing out a lot of misunderstandings lately. it feels good. it makes things around here much more pleasant. i have to say, and i'm writing it down to document it, but i'm pretty happy with my life right now. (i typed "happy with my lie" at first, i wonder what Freud would say about that?)

the dog is next to me, panting. he just had a mini freak out and chased Bagira around the house for a while, went out and peed and came back in and chased Vader and shook the shit out of his stuffed mousie. i have tried to take that mousie away from him. i bought him a felt ball (the mousie is made out of felt), in the hopes he would leave mousie alone. it was Simon's only toy. but anywhere i hide it, Chewy finds it and brings it out and plays with it. the only real difference i can tell, is that mousie is infused with catnip and maybe for some reason, Chewy digs catnip. annnnnnnnd . . . now he's passed out. heh. i'm so glad we rescued him. he is the greatest dog. everywhere we take him we get compliments on how well behaved he is for a terrier. we tell the people, we got him that way. he is amazingly the perfect dog for us. he is so rarely bad, and so slightly so when he is bad.

i've started giving him biscuits at cat feeding time. he gets so excited along with the cats, and i feel bad that he doesn't get canned food like the cats. so i give him biscuits and let him lick out the cat food cans. he also gets excited when it time for a walk, of course. he runs around the house like a mad thing and it takes every bit of strictness i can muster (amongst his cuteness) to get him on his butt so i can get his harness on him. now he's growling in his sleep. time to cuddle and console him. no growling, no bad dreams. not for my Chewy.

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