Cydniey Buffers (cydniey) wrote,
Cydniey Buffers

I picked myself up, cursing like a drunken sailor with a heart break.

I had this whole list of things i wanted to write about . . . and then Simon happened and they all shot out of my head. I picked up Lelu's food bowl and turned around to offer Simon a bite. Simon had been on the feeding table. What was there was a HUGE puddle of drool and Simon's collar. I went into my room and found him, on my bed, with his tongue hanging out. Much to my peril, I gently grabbed him and opened his mouth. While he was dismembering my right hand, I didn't see any sores or swollen bits or blood. He's just soaking wet with drool, doesn't want me to pet him, and is hiding under my bed. And now that's all I can think about (besides the gaping wound in my thumb, compliments of Simon).

We're going to have to take him to the vet and he's going to bite her and she's going to sue us. He just, still, get's too vicious when you try to examine him. He was under sedation for his last physical. They might have to sedate him just to get him to let her examine him. ugh.

I told you I figured out the alarm on my phone last night, yes? Well, what I managed to find, since there is no alarm, is a timer. so I set it for 6 hours and took a Seroquel and went to bed. On Seroquel, if I stay awake, I don't feel drunk, but I act drunk. So when the timer went off at 3am, it took me five full minutes of horrid noise to turn it off. Then, I slammed into the entry way wall (which means I veered off my path straight down the hallway) and bounced into the opposite wall and ended up across the hall again, slamming into my bathroom door, which only looked closed, and fell through it. I picked myself up, cursing like a drunken sailor with a heart break. I finally made it to do my errand for doc and made it back to the couch without further incident. Where I slept like the dead until 6:33am. Then I got up and waited the few minutes for doc to get home.

I made my patio video. I put a lot of work into it, more than any other so far. This is the first video I shot for that I did it expressly to be edited for this project. usually, I just use what I have on hand and edit it together. This time, it was intentional. Doc laughed at the music, but I really like it. A lot of animals are featured in it in cameo roles. I get my music at - they are the greatest. for personal use on youtube, the music is all FREE! all i have to do is not monetize those. No problem. I've only monetized a few of my videos and it isn't like i'm getting paid from youtube. people have to watch you to make money.

Wow, there are videos on there that I don't remember making. And some that should be redone. I'm such an amateur.

Simon has come out into the living room. So he's ambulatory. He won't come to me, but I don't blame him, he was pretty vicious with me and based on his history will expect me to be mad at him. Which I'm not. Of course. And of course, while I'm calling Simon to me, good ol' brain damaged Major comes up and starts pawing at me to pet him. So Simon huffed off in a jealous puff of fur. I'll ask Doc to get him some soft food on the way home tomorrow.

Chewy dug a big hole in the back yard, i think i mentioned that . . . tonight he made it bigger and then lay down in it. And stayed there the entire time we were outside. Teeny gave him her cork, but he's not allowed to chew on it. So it's right next to him and he is staring at it longingly. He's such a good dog.

I'm not tired. I did take a nap today. I did actually find an alarm on my phone. apparently someone had found it before, there were some set. You have to understand how primitive my phone is. It has a 1" x 1" screen. No SD card, no games. 1-0 keypad 5 "control" buttons. I can't even text with it. I use doc's phone to text Kelli all day. Doc and I can't text, so he gmails me from work or when he's out shopping and has a question.

i'm convinced that people keep creating sports that are more and more violent and stupid are only doing it to make more to bet on.

There goes Freddie, the blue sparkly ball siren.

One of the online rags I read is buzzfeed. And today I read a thing on the "essential" hipster clothing. Half of it I wear already . . . well, still. Flannel shirts, Doc Martens, Bucket hats, coveralls. all of these things i have been wearing for decades and now it's all associated with my most hated demographic. I am devastated. I'm so old, I'm hip again. This phase must have broken my mother's heart. Maybe that's why she hates me. No, it started before that, but it's a good reason. If i had some smart assed kid going around dressed like me, I'd be bent, too.

I have to go to bed. I want to do some yard work tomorrow, and I have to get it done before the sun comes up too high. While it's still behind the neighbor's trees. Get my side of the yard raked and hoed. at long last.

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