Pickle’s going to the vet today, she was fine and eating when I went back to sleep this morning, but she’s been vomiting since I got up. Poor little thing

Here is a random bunch of small paragraphs that have nothing to do with each other.

I decided tonight that I’m going back on my pills. Obviously I can’t be trusted to be sane while off of them, otherwise I pull my hair out and cut myself like an angsty emo kid. Bring on the tight jeans and the Dashboard Confessional CDs; I’ll dye my hair black and slick my bangs into my face.

The new computer is running swell. At the moment I’m downloading some stuff and trying to configure things the way I like them. Not included in the downloads is any sort of instant messenger program or cam program. I’m going all antisocial, baby.

Saturday Eddie and I are going out and about. I know that we’re hitting the Arcade because neither of us has ever been, and then the evening is up in the air. Sunday we’re going to Mom’s house for dinner, where I’ll hopefully get to so some work on my crocheted skirt.

Two hours ago I decided to post something, but I got distracted and now I’ve forgoten what I was going to write.

1. go to bank to deposit big check
2. buy oil for the car
3. clean ferret cage
4. lunch
5. work

Got some big spending in the works for today (hopefully), providing that the check I’m depositing will be available quickly. We’ll see. I’m actually going into the bank to make the deposit because I don’t want to make a $2000 deposit at the ATM, spend it, only to discover on Tuesday morning that Bank of America decided they needed to super-verify my bank draft off of one of their own accounts.

As mentioned in a previous post we got some news last week. And now that things are pretty much set in stone I can talk about it. Eddie’s family back home decided that we need to be up there for Christmas this year, so we’re spending a few days up in Calgary for the holidays. The giant check his mom sent down is so we can buy the tickets to fly up there, however I’m worried that there’s going to be issues with the deposit - an international draft drawn off of a BoA account. Hopefully there shouldn’t be much of a delay because we use BoA as well.

Pickle will be staying at my mom’s house while we’re away, I think we’re just going to ferret-proof one of her spare bedrooms and let her run around. I’d like to bring over one of our babygates so that she doesn’t have to keep the door closed the whole time.

Sometime around 2am this morning, I discovered another behavior to add to my list of things to never do again. I woke up with the strong urge to pee. This is nothing new; I drink about 2.5L of water a day on most days, so I’m usually up once a night. However, at the same time that I woke up I also had to deal with the fact that my right leg was completely asleep from my hip down to my feet. I sat in bed for a minute or two trying to get my leg to wake up as much as I could, while at the same time trying to persuade my bladder that just because I was in a sitting position I was not to pee RIGHT THEN. When I thought that my leg had had enough time to wake up, I attempted to stand.

I was able to stand with any problems aside from the fact that the sole of my foot was numb and I couldn’t feel the floor on that side. I could deal with that as long as I could see the floor. I took one step and, unsurprisingly, nearly killed myself. Note to self: if you can’t feel your feet, don’t fucking walk.

Eventually, after much hopping and limping, I did make it into the bathroom. However my leg was still going through some major pins and needles when I went back into the bedroom.