in the interzone now
Um... My life's pretty depressing right now. *weak smile*
My poor baby Fidgey (my ferret) is sick. She's five years old, which is really old in ferret years. They live between four and six, usually. She's got cysts on her endocrine gland... But she doesn't know she's sick, so that's good. Still runs around, quacking (yes, ferrets quack) up a storm, attacking feet, and being adorable in general. But she's going bald, and she probably has less than a year left.
Work sucks, social life non-existant. Waiting for a year-old question to be answered by the medical system. Thinking too much about the past.
But I've got my favorite album of all time on vinyl, given to me by Mikhail fr my birthday, and I've got an 8 inch statuette of Ash from Army of Darkness (yeppers, chainsaw and all; front cover pose, sans girl), loosely holding the chain attached to my blue devil ducky straight from Retail Slut (again, through Mike), and I'm wearing plaid. All these are good things.
Oh yeh, duh, and I'm totally in love. But he knows that, and I know that, and I'm sure everyone on PiP knows that, so who needs to push it?
written in blood before everything went black
[This message has been edited by Anvrill (07-23-2002 11:00 AM).]