That Bloody Girl

My dog died yesterday. I don't really have much to say about it, except that I am intensely sad she is gone. She was an incredible dog who lived a very good, happy, table-scrap-filled life. She did her job well and pretty much kept the family together after it came crashing down a few times. Everyone who met her loved her, even if she wasn't so keen on them--and, you know, sometimes she was a bit of a bitch. She was nine-and-a-half.  A while ago she was diagnosed with mitral valve regurgitation secondary to a congenital defect in her heart. Because of this condition, she suffered from CHF and lived well for a while on drugs. She was happy 'til her last day. She loved being outside, if only to lay in the sunlight, and enjoyed hunting small animals in the backyard. Tuesday night she couldn't catch her breath. She was using every muscle in her body to move air in and out and she looked very tired and very scared. She died of heart failure at the animal hospital the

Sorry I haven't been around, but a lot has been going on, and I'll probably be keeping this brief. I moved. I am no longer in the apartment in Brady Heights, but have instead relocated to a little neighborhood near Cherry Street where the floors are nicer and bugs stay outside. It's a good thing, and I think I will be a lot happier there, with more light and a little skyline view. Plus I will be on the second story, so I can open windows and whathaveyou. We moved all of the furniture today, which didn't include my bed. We decided to leave that behind. Partly because it was cheap and wasn't really made to move over and over and thus was kind of falling apart, but mostly because when we took it apart, the entire underside was crawling with roaches. Roaches, mind you, that I did not bring into that apartment, but that decided they really liked my cheap-o bed frame and decided to move in with me. Awesome. So, no bed frame. Everything else came out of it fairly unsc

:/ So, I was going to update yesterday when I was at my mom's using her free internet, but I really didn't have the energy. In fact, I haven't had the energy for a while. I DON'T have the energy right now. But, I DO have the internet, so I am doing it anyway. Watching season one of Scrubs again. What can I say, I needed something goofy in my life. So, here's an embarrassing topic--I'm kind of a slob. And, because I work more days than I am home and more hours in those days than I have time to do everything I don't want to do ON TOP of those things that I want to do much more, I basically don't clean. It's horrifying. Well, I mean, it's not as bad as MOST of the houses I have been in while working EMS calls, but if I ever needed an ambulance, even if I was dying, I would crawl outside instead of letting them into my shame. It's kind of that bad. And, it's really embarrassing to even be talking about it in a public forum, but, fuck