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I have been very busy lately.
I say this not as an excuse, but as an explanation.
I have a hundred things to talk about, to share; thousands of words to rush out to explain the wonderful things I’ve been doing – the things off my life list, the exploits of my hobo and his lady friend, the party with the guy in the dress, crafts. I want to explain how crappy work is being, and how good at the same time. I want to tell you about the thing my sister is doing, and the way the ManBear looks at me. I want to tell you how I feel fat and beautiful and tired and clever. I want to tell you how much I love my life, my man, my cat, my friends, the world.
Instead, for now, for this brief moment i have to breathe and collect, I’ll tell you about all the things I want to tell you about.
Life is really, really good.

I am seriously about to cry.
It started out pretty ok:
@bibliosaurus: When you draw brussel sprouts, they look like VAGINAS. about 9 hours ago
Then rapidly went down hill.
(read from the bottom up)
so, yesterday I:
1. met with my boss (6 hours late (thanks to him (douche.))
2. did NOT recieve the netflix I was supposed to get MONDAY (Season One, Disc One of THE WEST WING (which is an utterly amazing show holy crap))
3. Came home to a cat whose asshole was CAKED SHUT with POOP. Because he had gotten into the treats, eaten too many, and got diareah. So I got to try and pull out / cut out as much as I could.
4. BATHED my cat after he would NOT let me get all the poop off his ass. That was fun.
5. Cleaned up the trail of poops all around the house when he scooted his ass around. Assface.
And its only 7 pm.

Her: Please call at 10:30pm prompt with emergency?
Me: yus
Her: I’m hiding in the E bathroom on longest pee of my life.
Me: haha! poor [lady]! that bad?
Her: Entire night is like being on a date with a ADD-plagued 6yo. One who is being charged and sent to the brigg by USMC. Fucksakes.
Me: eeeee… at least its almost movie time!
Me: Ive set an alarm to call. Vomit! I will say.
Her: Yesyesfucksakes
—
I called on schedule. Her response:
“I finished the last five minutes at the back of the theater so he wouldn’t see me.”