Arghh, Mah Node!
I'm sick.
I'm sick, and I have a driving test in about an hour.
I'm not too worried about my driving skills. I don't suck too horribly. But I am worried about the fact that I cannot stop sneezing. If a fit were to strike me at an intersection or something, I'd be, for lack of a better word, fucked.
I'm also worried about Mousie.
She knows I'm sick and has been trying to be nice to me by giving me attention. Great. Except that I'm scared as hell that she'll catch it, then we'll end up going to the vet. I do not want her to get this. It sucks. But she does not understand that it's catching, and insists on giving me luvvins. Damnit, Mouse -- I love you, but go away. ;_;
On a semi-unrelated note...
I saw a bunch of what-I-thought-were-poops in Bob's tank. So I get out ye old bent spoone and tried to get them out of the peat. Either they were stuck as hell, or not poops at all, because I could not get them out. They just rolled with the clumps of peat and dissapeared under the spoon. They were also quite flat. More like stains on the peat itself than poops. And Bob usually buries his. So... wtf? I got one out that was stuck to a small twig, but the rest I buried. They were impossible to pull out.
He also refused one of the two crickets I offered him the other day. Hmm. Shed soon? =D
I'm sick, and I have a driving test in about an hour.
I'm not too worried about my driving skills. I don't suck too horribly. But I am worried about the fact that I cannot stop sneezing. If a fit were to strike me at an intersection or something, I'd be, for lack of a better word, fucked.
I'm also worried about Mousie.
She knows I'm sick and has been trying to be nice to me by giving me attention. Great. Except that I'm scared as hell that she'll catch it, then we'll end up going to the vet. I do not want her to get this. It sucks. But she does not understand that it's catching, and insists on giving me luvvins. Damnit, Mouse -- I love you, but go away. ;_;
On a semi-unrelated note...
I saw a bunch of what-I-thought-were-poops in Bob's tank. So I get out ye old bent spoone and tried to get them out of the peat. Either they were stuck as hell, or not poops at all, because I could not get them out. They just rolled with the clumps of peat and dissapeared under the spoon. They were also quite flat. More like stains on the peat itself than poops. And Bob usually buries his. So... wtf? I got one out that was stuck to a small twig, but the rest I buried. They were impossible to pull out.
He also refused one of the two crickets I offered him the other day. Hmm. Shed soon? =D
