Well, I would do a challenge post, but the one for Day 17 is lame. I’ll do it some other night when I’m feeling lazy.
Not that it wouldn’t benefit me to make a short post, since I am dead tired. Unfortunately, my head is also starting to do that thing where my temples go from throbbing to bubbling and driving me insane.
…am considering buying a Showbread album.
While I listen to samples and deliberate, I think I’ll tell you a bit about my day, since I haven’t done something boring like that (I did other boring things, it’s true) in a while.
Went to bed around 4am yesterday and then woke up at 8 when Deady decided he was going to start bouncing around his crate. I sent him downstairs and then tried to sleep for another hour, but that didn’t work so well.
Then I had to get up so I could go with dad to take the cats to the vet. Taking Timmy out of the house wasn’t very fun.
(This is Timmy)
Timmy is our family’s first pet…we’ve had him since I was maybe eleven, and he’s about 14 now. Like Deady, he was a stray, but he was in much better shape when we adopted him. He’s a good cat, but he’s always been a terrible traveler.
He started wailing (a much worse sound than meowing) the moment he realized he was going into a carry crate, and wailed pretty constantly the entire way there. Cats don’t usually pant frantically, but Timmy does when he’s in a car…and he managed to soil himself in every way you can imagine…so he was a stinky, filthy cat by the time we made it to the vet.
Deady was a good kitten, but he did keep looking over at Timmy like he wondered what that old man cat’s problem was. I think Timmy’s frantic noises and smells freaked him out a little.
When we got to the vet, things went pretty well…got them flea medication and wormer for Timmy. Got some vaccinations and cleaned up Timmy’s crate so we could get him home more comfortably…and Deady didn’t get to bite anyone this time.
On the other hand, when we took Timmy out, we realized he had also been so upset at being in a crate that he smashed his nose up and bloodied his face. Poor old boy. We put some Neosporin on it when we came home, but his nose looks pretty sad. He tried to bite his way out of the crate on the way back, and hissed at me when I tapped his nose to get him to stop it. I don’t think he’s hissed at me in several years.
Deady slept almost the whole day afterward, and I didn’t do much else either…I actually have no idea what I did with the rest of my day, besides read an act of Shakespeare and take care of the pets.
Although…Mum did tell me something odd at dinner.
A few years ago, I had this bizarre obsession with the band, Queen (I know, I know…), resulting in a bizarre conversation with Mum because she wanted to know if I knew how he’d died and that he was gay…and I knew, but I was very displeased with that conversation because she had asked me before if I was gay, and sometimes (for various reasons) I get kind of paranoid about what people think of me…so I spent months agonizing over whether she was going to bring all that up again just because I liked some of Queen’s music…it wasn’t funtimes being Reeser, then.
Anyway, so today we’re eating and she tells me that I might be interested in knowing that they’re making a movie about Freddie Mercury. But then she added that Sacha Cohen, the guy from “Borat” is who they picked to play him…
I don’t know why she decided to tell me this, but I don’t know how I feel about that actor. Comedy isn’t really my genre of choice…but…I don’t know…depending on how it looks when it comes out, I might be tempted to go see it anyway…
It’s been a while since I’ve gone to a movie by myself. I ought to sometime, once I scrape together enough money. Hrm.
I don’t remember what else I was thinking of saying. I’m too tired.
I think I was going to say:
A. I am now in possessed of two photos of myself that kind of creep me out. I was this person once in a dream I had when I was being drowned, but now I actually have photos of me as this person…not sure how I should feel about that.
B. I did not get any phone calls today, and am thusly less dead than I had anticipated. Fabulous.