wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I am so incredibly fucking tired this morning. And I don't even know why. For someone who did fuckall yesterday, I should be well and truly rested. But I'm not. I'm tired and slightly cranky and my knees hurt.

Blah.

In other sucktastic news, Hobbes has started to shy away when I give him his insulin. At first he didn't seem to give a damn, and didn't so much as flinch. Now when I put down his food, and start to touch the back of his neck, he shifts away and shrugs out of my grasp. Happily, he is such a greedy bastard for wet food, he doesn't run off. But it's getting harder to give him his injections and I've started dreading waking up. I hate 9:30. And I hate that I have to do this twice a fucking day.

Greg pointed out, as Hobbes launched himself at my chest last night in a full-on, head-butting, purring attack, that Hobbes clearly doesn't hate me or remember the abuse I've started to inflict on him. And while I know he's right, I still feel like crap each time Hobbes twitches. And I thought it was going to get easier since Hobbes didn't flinch in the beginning.

I'm having what Amy used to self-refer to as a babyfit. I want to pout and sulk and squeeze out a few self pitying tears or something. I don't want to work, I don't want to go out, I want to sit in my closet and sulk. But I can't do any of that. Which is actually probably for the best. Something's gotta get my mind off this crappy mood.

I have Amanda's class to dread tonight. Yes, still going. I'm going to add on an extra class starting this Friday. A beginning class. Just to help get me more exercise and also learn the various step routines better. I hate sucking so badly at it. Yes *irritated* it should get better over time. I know that. But right now it's like The Inadequacy Hour twice a week. Judy keeps gently trying to tell me that it's okay if I can't handle an advance class. But I've never let common sense get in the way of what I wanted to do. I do get a great workout and so on I will spaz. In my own masochistic way, I am looking forward to the part afterwards where my body is sore and thrashed but solidly pleased with itself.

And tonight I go to Ellie's after class to work on my resume for this position that's come up in her company. Not that I'll get it or any of the other nine thousand jobs I've applied to. (Especially with this positive attitude, n'est-ce pas?)

I'm very grateful for Ellie's help. She frequently points out available jobs she sees and provides some excellent help with my resume. She has a packed work schedule but always has a cheery smile for me and some useful tips. And I really need to find a job already. But I hate working on my resume. Blah.

This whole day? BLAH.

I shouldn't be so ungrateful. I have nice things to look forward to this week, too.

Going to see Hero with David from bookclub Wednesday, and he's always fun company.
brabble comes on Thursday Wednesday to prepare for her move to the glorious PNW.
I'll have dinner next week with jeff_nw and that chases away the blackest of clouds.

And last but in no way least, I have Greg. Who despite witnessing some of my fouler moods, has not run away screaming. He's so bunny and he doesn't even know it.

enh?

Michael Moore will enter his film Fahrenheit 9/11 for best picture, not best documentary in this year's Oscar race.

[from the excellent nikkinewsnet]

Huh. That seems, well, stupid. I thought the movie was interesting and thought provoking, if a bit heavy handed. I think Moore's become almost a caricature, and does himself a disservice by being so inflammatory to the people he should be trying to reach the most. Preaching to die hard liberals such as myself isn't as important as reaching the people who are still on the fence and could be otherwise persuaded to see the horrors of the Bush Administration.

Anyhow. It's like he decided he didn't want an Oscar. Because I can't see him winning Best Picture.

the war on drugs...

...needs to start with Bush.

Because. I mean. What. The FUCK. Is he smoking??

"Too many OB-GYNs aren't able to practice their love with women all across this country."

Oh. My. Fucking. GOD. Why are people still considering electing him? Why? Why??? We have never had a president that made me so ashamed of my country. I mean, obviously not just this thing above, but it's just one of so many examples of his sheer dimwittery.

It absolutely shocks me that there are people out there who think he did a good job, and should be hired to do more of the same. How?? Who are these people? I mean, I know they can't all be brain-damaged. Some of them must have logical, solid reasons right? They must know he's an utter dumb-fuck, but figure his policies or whatever were worth it.

( (twitch) ... (twitch) )

heh

Driving to aerobics tonight, saw the following hilarious bumper sticker:

Bush: PULL OUT
Like your father should have.