Posts tagged with "Dolly"

When I Procrastinate

I was able to accom­plish noth­ing school relat­ed today. I’m just too damn tired. Eight and a half hours of work, fol­lowed by three hours of class. I did get a free piz­za out of it though…the infor­mat­ics depart­ment was cel­e­brat­ing a data­base trans­fer, and ordered too much piz­za, so they con­sid­ered that I was a stu­dent and gave me one. Not too shab­by.

I found out that red­heads need 20% more anes­thet­ic than most peo­ple, because they are more sen­si­tive to pain, or less sus­cep­ti­ble to the anes­thet­ic.

I got home and Dolly was just crazy with ener­gy. The poor kit­ty had no one to play with her all day, and she lost her toys — again — so she prob­a­bly slept most of the day. I found one in the coat clos­et, so I played with her as much as I could before I got tired and hun­gry.

I stum­bled across Jenny the Lam’s page today, and was pleas­ant­ly sur­prised. It’s refresh­ing to have entries that aren’t just rants (ha! I’m such a hyp­ocrite), but with some thought behind them as well. I’ve always enjoyed the naked way she seems to express her­self, but she seems to have gained some more depth to her writ­ings. It’s giv­en me much to think about, which is an extreme­ly good thing.

Being Troubled Troubles Me

I’m very tired. For some rea­son, I’ve been sleep­ing pret­ty well though. I guess long days just tire me out. I think I’ll turn in ear­ly tonight, and work on my assign­ments tomor­row.

She loves to watch me play Starcraft, or play hide-and-seek under the bed. She loves to clean her­self on my lap, then nap there. She loves her tuna flavoured cat food, and her two mousies (I think I’ll name them Mutius and Quintus, after Titus’ two sons, whom Titus believes were pray to Rome).

I felt trou­bled this week-end, some­thing that I’m not prone to feel­ing. I usu­al­ly feel love or hate, with not much in between. And being one who can expect any­thing, like two sons killing their father, being trou­bled trou­bles me.

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This kit­ten is so impor­tant to me right now. I think that this will be the clos­est thing to hav­ing kids for me. But as a human infant is dynam­ic and ever chang­ing, cre­at­ing a volatile envi­ron­ment of order, a cat is more sta­t­ic, leav­ing the pos­si­bil­i­ty of bore­dom. This would be my worst night­mare. I hope I nev­er grow tired of her. I hope “the nov­el­ty” nev­er wears off. This life is my respon­si­bil­i­ty, and it will be the great­est test of my tol­er­ance yet. Of course, there may be noth­ing in it; she may sim­ply be a won­der­ful pet, which she is so far, cre­at­ing a mutu­al­is­tic sym­bio­sis which I would glad­ly be a part of.

And, as one can tell, I’m get­ting ahead of myself. I’m see­ing some­things a lit­tle too far into the future, while I look at oth­er things too unfo­cused to be viewed prop­er­ly. If the jaguar is tru­ly my totem, then I should be able to find pat­terns with­in this chaos, find some mean­ing in my present sit­u­a­tion.

“a sol­id in the rip­pling water”