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Shelter In A Full Moon
Full moon. As pretty as they are I'm beginning to hate them.
Also people with "holidays" and "3 or 4 day weekends" I hate them too.
Today was hell at work day and nobody told me. Oh wait. That's every day at my job. However, Fridays are usually nice and slow- but not this friday. I blame it on those rotten people with holidays. Though the person I most wanted to kill today was "retired and disabled". So? That gives you the excuse to be an asshole? Jump off a bridge and give me my tax money back biatch. I pay your damn bills.
Bitterness aside. So I didn't go to the gym yesterday because I had to bring the rattie home- and once I'm home it's pretty much an unspoken rule that I'm not going to the gym because I'd have to go past work again. Nope. Not gonna happen.
So I did go today. I will go tomorrow too. 4 days this week. Not ideal, but hey, I'm not perfect.
I also kind of blew my "healthy dinners" tonight. I had two bulbs of roasted garlic- now while that alone isn't bad, the fact that they are roasted in olive oil, the garlic was spread on sourdough and dipped in olive oil and balsamic- with a side of muenster cheese- kinda spoils the rest for "low fat, low calories". Oh well. The garlic will keep the vampiric customers away tomorrow hopefully.
So. Now I'm home, safe and cozy away from the nasty, cruel world. Wish I didn't have to leave it. I have a feeling tomorrow will be hellish too.
I was invited to a bbq to take place Sunday at a car show friend's house. He had left a message on my voicemail when I was at the gym. I haven't decided yet if I'm going to go. I figure I'll decide by tomorrow afternoon and give him a call back. I'm not feeling very social. I don't know that it's going to change. Again, I'm safe and cozy here. Nobody can bother me here.
My foster rattie is doing ok. She is very timid and not very handleable- I imagine she's scared without her sister and probably in some pain from her surgery. I do have to handle her though because she needs to be medicated twice daily. I'm doing my best to spoil her. She got the same breakfast my ratties/hammies get and a small bowl of baby food (which she also got last night). She's also had an additional bowl of baby food this evening and a bowl of yogurt (like my ratties get). Put vitamins in her drinking water. Also a piece of a wheat cracker which I think she managed to eat. I'm not sure how well she's eating hard foods with her teeth problem. She's got lab blocks (standard rattie food) to munch on any time she feels like it at all times but can't tell if she's actually eaten any of them. I am determined, however, to get her to heal quickly and fatten her thin little body up. She's soooo pathetic looking. I'm just hoping after a day or two more here she opens up to me a little bit more and learns to trust me. I'd like her to be able to get some one on one time with me and not have to spend so much time alone in her cage.
So please, send me your positive thoughts. Grant me the strength to make it through another day of a depressing, thankless job.
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