random updates

I had possibly the worst sleep of my life last night, and have been wide awake and starving since about 5. I've eaten lots, but am still hungry.

I'm worried about my cat. He's at the vet, getting xrays, a barium series, and bloodwork to see why he keeps barfing. He's so tiny and cute, it makes me sad that he's sick. Animals being sick is always sad though, because they can't tell you what's wrong, and most of the time don't even show that something is. I'm also a little annoyed that my other cat doesn't seem to care that George isn't here. I feel awful leaving my cat at the vet's, I can't imagine how I'm going to deal with like, dropping my son off at his first day of school.

I want to meet my baby. I'm going insane. I am not, nor have I ever been, a patient person. This is worse than waiting for Christmas, because at least you know exactly when Christmas will arrive. It can't just show up 2 weeks early or a week late.

11am and 2pm are the worst times for daytime tv. Even HGTV and TLC don't have anything good on. I'm not sure how TLC can get away with being called that, it's totally non-educational. A&E is also, as MadTV put it, now neither artistic nor entertaining. Dog the Bounty Hunter? Come on.

Ever since I was in the hospital, I'm far too aware of what's on tv at any given time on any given weekday. Not good.

I bought the new Jack Johnson cd the other day, while I was out to get The Incredibles on DVD. If you haven't seen it, you really should, at least rent it. Also, as expected, Jack's new cd is great. He's mellow, but not so mellow so as to make you want to shoot yourself in the face. I think I may start a sidebar column here for my sister's musical recommendations. She's usually way ahead of the game, and right on the money.

It's St. Patrick's day, and I'm wearing red. That's not right. Did you know he wasn't even Irish? He was born in Wales and kidnapped by Irish pirates, and sold into slavery in Ireland. Looks like things worked out alright for him after that though.

I got paid today, finally. I'm pretty happy about that. I still don't have any money, but at least I have less no money than before. Does that make sense?

It took me 21 minutes to write this post. I'm easily distracted.

It took another hour before I was able to post it, because Blogger is being a piece of shit.

edit: Georges is ok, apparently. This is good news, of course, but still frustrating, because we don't know why he barfs. Apparently some cats just do. Also, Mort keeps hissing and growling at him because he has vet / medicine smell on him still. Poor guy!