Fuck You, Sheep

Basically the month keeps getting MORE FUN.

And by “fun” I mean not fun.

EVERY DAY there’s something (TV? Broken! Half the rent money? To the vet! Distressed cat? Shat on me in the car! Big editing thing? Blue Screen of Death LOST OVER 150 PAGES OF EDITS!) but no one’s dead yet, so there’s that.

Blind Cat. The vet thinks I witnessed a mild seizure. Any number of things could’ve caused it but given that she’s seventeen, blind, and has chronic upper respiratory infection, anything done to either diagnose or treat that would be invasive, we are not going to do, but instead focus on her comfort/quality of life and let things run their course. I will sell a kidney for my pets but not at the expense of a little old lady’s comfort. Tests are being done to get a picture of her overall health–if it’s something as simple as hyperthyroidism, that can be treated.

Sophie and (in theory, finances permitting) Miss Dinah get six month checkups/blood work done next month. The former also needs the frequency of one of her meds increased, and it’s just as easy to move all the animals onto a new feeding schedule to accommodate (else I’m prone to forget meds if not given with food since I never know what time/day it is), so that means I’m looking at a really fun few weeks of getting everyone used to that wherein I am possibly eaten by a pack of feral cats + dog.

I endeavor to not be whiny or overly negative, despite the fact that’s where my fubar brain chemistry takes me about 83% of the time, but seriously, in the past ten days there was all of the above plus the previously mentioned repetitive stress injury flareup, food poisoning, emergencies with Mum’s new dog, computer crashes, and my teeth have been bugging me. THE FUCK. I might need to crawl in bed and hide for three days straight in case I accidentally breathe on something else and break it.

It does bear mentioning that, should you feel inclined, you can…

• get a pre-made cover from my design site if you’re self-publishing and want something inexpensive (and often sexy)
• shop for ebooks direct if you’ve been thinking about checking out one or more of my titles
• toss a fiver in the tip jar if you’ve been enjoying Soulless (and haven’t already)
• buy stuff by some of my clients so they can afford to hire me again (some I act as an assistant for)

…if any of those appeal to you. And if not, hey, that’s cool too. Would someone just come over with pizza, beer, and a TV for a while?

Now I have to go do–

Wait, nope, I’m not doing anything tonight. Because fuck you, sheep*, that’s why.

G’night.

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* “sheep” being the month of April, of course. And fuck my fucking horoscope.