Sano, hope, issues, jealousy, blather
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la_belle_laideSooooo Sano is home today. That doesn't mean everything's peachy though; he needed three blood transfusions and will need more. His platelets are still really low so he is only home on a short term “if-everything-goes-well” basis. He's basically not allowed to move, and certainly he can't run, play, or get humped by Haku. His RBCs are still really low too (though higher after the transfusion) but his WBCs are a little higher.
Yeah, this is due to the azathioprine (Western Medicine is a whore who is sweet on you one minute and then stabs you in the ass the next,) but the azathioprine was for the ITP because the pred wrecked his liver, and the ITP was a reaction to Rocky Mountain that he would not have had if Dr. Dickwhistle from The Bad Place hadn't been such an asstard about treating him. “Stop being silly, you're just a girl, why would you be correct about treating a tick-borne disease? You and your hysteria and your girl parts!”
For every needle that Sano has to get and every hour that he can't be a normal dog, I want someone to punch Dr. Ass in the penis.
Anyway today was Thanksgiving and Mom and I didn't do anything. My uncle called her to say hi and that's about it. It's better that way. It's unfathomable to celebrate the holidays. It's hard because I'm one of those retards who really loves the holidays. Like, I adore the lights, the gifts, the food and even the stupid songs. But none of that is of any use to me this year. How could it be?
So I cleaned the house and went to pick up Sano. I do hope this weekend will be great and go really smoothly. Can it, please? SB and Jo-chan are supposedly coming over tomorrow, SB to spend a few hours and Jo-chan to spend until Sunday, hopefully. There will be playing of RE:DC (hello, I'd still like to work the actual controls!) and general hanging out. I hope to go to the store to buy some things to bake a pah. Like apple pomegranate, my speciality. Also some organic cookie dough and gobs of ice cream. Originally Mom, Jo-chan and I were going to go to the movies and see Men Who Stare At Goats, taking that first risk and leaving Haku alone for two hours. But now Sano is made of glass and I can only imagine us being gone and Haku having a seizure on Sano or something catastrophic.
Sunday, some friends are supposedly coming over for a while. So far I've got Lady Chrysanthemum and My Wonderful Friend Kim. Possibly the Gold Dragon and maybe even—though much less likely—The Druid (an old friend, going back years and years. True psychic.)
Tonight I'm going to send out another query and fifty pages to an agent who sounds like we might be right up each other's alley. Which sounds so wrong. Umm. My fingers are crossed. The fifty pages? I stressed over for the last two days, changed a bunch of stuff, realized that most of my changes were the idiotic ramblings of a panicking and desperate noveliste and deleted most of said changes.
And my rib is still bus' up. How long is this crap supposed to hurt? My whole back hurts, down to my butt muscles. Is that normal?
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skitty_kitty posted a link to a funny thing on this one site, and then I hung around on said site for a while and then I found this: How Twilight Works:
Beyond that, it's just a romance novel with the occasional vampire teen drama bullshit peppered here and there. It doesn't really break any new ground in the realm of vampire fiction, other than portraying vampires as a family of uncomfortable retards who prance around the woods eating deer and bunny rabbits.
Too right, and how does this drivel get published while I keep papering my walls with rejection letters? YES, I am bitter and a little jealous! But beyond just the jealousy, I'm plain old appalled. I have these fantasy interviews with myself wherein some reporter in my first interview asks me what I think of the Twilight craze and I casually say, “Well, I'm a feminist, so... Yeah, I can't really say much about it because I don't follow that series.”
I am that pretentious.
Oh, I was hoping to go outside and watch the space station go by tonight but it's all overcast. Of course. How often do you get to see a space station go over your house? Thanks, weather.
This weekend, it can be fabulous, yes? PLS?
I have some zombies awaiting me, with juicy heads ripe for cap-popping. And I find myself wishing I had some chocolate milk, or cocoa or something.
Yeah, this is due to the azathioprine (Western Medicine is a whore who is sweet on you one minute and then stabs you in the ass the next,) but the azathioprine was for the ITP because the pred wrecked his liver, and the ITP was a reaction to Rocky Mountain that he would not have had if Dr. Dickwhistle from The Bad Place hadn't been such an asstard about treating him. “Stop being silly, you're just a girl, why would you be correct about treating a tick-borne disease? You and your hysteria and your girl parts!”
For every needle that Sano has to get and every hour that he can't be a normal dog, I want someone to punch Dr. Ass in the penis.
Anyway today was Thanksgiving and Mom and I didn't do anything. My uncle called her to say hi and that's about it. It's better that way. It's unfathomable to celebrate the holidays. It's hard because I'm one of those retards who really loves the holidays. Like, I adore the lights, the gifts, the food and even the stupid songs. But none of that is of any use to me this year. How could it be?
So I cleaned the house and went to pick up Sano. I do hope this weekend will be great and go really smoothly. Can it, please? SB and Jo-chan are supposedly coming over tomorrow, SB to spend a few hours and Jo-chan to spend until Sunday, hopefully. There will be playing of RE:DC (hello, I'd still like to work the actual controls!) and general hanging out. I hope to go to the store to buy some things to bake a pah. Like apple pomegranate, my speciality. Also some organic cookie dough and gobs of ice cream. Originally Mom, Jo-chan and I were going to go to the movies and see Men Who Stare At Goats, taking that first risk and leaving Haku alone for two hours. But now Sano is made of glass and I can only imagine us being gone and Haku having a seizure on Sano or something catastrophic.
Sunday, some friends are supposedly coming over for a while. So far I've got Lady Chrysanthemum and My Wonderful Friend Kim. Possibly the Gold Dragon and maybe even—though much less likely—The Druid (an old friend, going back years and years. True psychic.)
Tonight I'm going to send out another query and fifty pages to an agent who sounds like we might be right up each other's alley. Which sounds so wrong. Umm. My fingers are crossed. The fifty pages? I stressed over for the last two days, changed a bunch of stuff, realized that most of my changes were the idiotic ramblings of a panicking and desperate noveliste and deleted most of said changes.
And my rib is still bus' up. How long is this crap supposed to hurt? My whole back hurts, down to my butt muscles. Is that normal?
skitty_kitty posted a link to a funny thing on this one site, and then I hung around on said site for a while and then I found this: How Twilight Works:Beyond that, it's just a romance novel with the occasional vampire teen drama bullshit peppered here and there. It doesn't really break any new ground in the realm of vampire fiction, other than portraying vampires as a family of uncomfortable retards who prance around the woods eating deer and bunny rabbits.
Too right, and how does this drivel get published while I keep papering my walls with rejection letters? YES, I am bitter and a little jealous! But beyond just the jealousy, I'm plain old appalled. I have these fantasy interviews with myself wherein some reporter in my first interview asks me what I think of the Twilight craze and I casually say, “Well, I'm a feminist, so... Yeah, I can't really say much about it because I don't follow that series.”
I am that pretentious.
Oh, I was hoping to go outside and watch the space station go by tonight but it's all overcast. Of course. How often do you get to see a space station go over your house? Thanks, weather.
This weekend, it can be fabulous, yes? PLS?
I have some zombies awaiting me, with juicy heads ripe for cap-popping. And I find myself wishing I had some chocolate milk, or cocoa or something.
