If I'm not mistaken, I'm 24 today.
Anyway. I would just like to sell my cat. Wednesday we went back to Dayton so I could see my old doctor, and fucking kitty got mad or whatever and pissed two giant shapes onto the bed. It went through our allegedly Teflon mattress pad and so when I got home and was really tired I had to spend a half hour scrubbing the bed with a sponge to get the pee out. So yesterday we decided to go to the laundromat because she also threw up on our last sheet and all of the blankets. Somehow, instead of washing out the urine, it got baked into the sheet, and the mattress pad (which we've washed and dried once before with no problem) fucking MELTED. It was a good one, too. We got it on sale for $20, but the original price was $90something. Fucking 400 thread count top. And the sheets were a wedding gift in one of my most favorite colors (a minty blue green) and they matched these throw pillows I made from a home dec remnant a couple years ago. Not to mention they were a goddamn nice, very soft, not rough set of sheets that I will never have back because the very important part of it got piss baked into it. God forbid I ever have a coordinating bedroom for once in my life...
I CANNOT GET THIS DAMN CAT TO STOP PEEING EVERYWHERE WHAT THE FUCK.
Also, I got nothing done on my novel yesterday. I got up incredibly early just ready to meet the day and crapped out again by 8, woke up at 1 with the intention of working on it, took Aaron to some job meeting, went to half price books and suddenly got a pounding, brain-eating headache, so I kind of screwed around at home until he called me to pick him up, then we spent forever in the laundromat ruining our sheets, came home with same headache, and went to bed shortly thereafter. This Cymbalta seems to be bumming me out after a very brief and intense high. Two days in a row now I've gotten up before light feeling like my skin is on fire to do things, and then I just get tired right away and don't do anything productive for the rest of the day.
And did I mention that the ignition switch on my car decided to fuck up Wednesday while we were in Dayton? I had to drive the damn thing all the way back just praying it wouldn't stop while we were in a construction zone on 75. (which, by the way, is about 90% of relevant 75. for fuck's sake, what are they even doing? is it just entertaining to bottleneck the traffic for a few months/years?)
I have to go do some survey at Michael's this morning. Then I have to go see stupid Beth. And then go back to Dayton for various burthday events. That's actually going to be cool. I just don't want to talk to stupid Beth.