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x_losThe cat no longer seems miserable/to hate us! It's active (bordering on 'mad'), if bizarre in its choices of activity (Why does he stand on his hind legs and lick the underside of the piano? Why?!), and getting somewhat better at Receiving Love/Playing. I wish his sleep schedule was sorted, to align a bit more closely with ours, and that he was more comfortable with cuddles and would begin to seek them/come lay on the bed with me sometimes, but given the VAST improvement over the past week, his eagerness to be in Rooms I Am In, and his willingness to be touched/scritched and purr about it sometimes, when he feels really safe, we'll see if he can't come around on that regard too, given more time/knowledge of us/encouragement. It certainly doesn't look like he'll need to be rehomed.
- STILL SUPER ILL
- caught up on news
- updated calendar w/ all next week's appointments
- sent gumtree guy more photos
- made a nice list of future stuff from Allegra book to make for dinner, but then gmail ate it :( , so just decided on pork/rosemary kebabs
- found and packed up Katy's sold-off dress
- Took it to the post office and shipped it
- grocery shopping at:
* Morrisons: bought tonight's recipe's lard (aha yes), pork loin and ciabatta (on saaaaaaale, bb--day old bread ftw)--GOT YELLED AT BY MORRISON'S CHECK OUT WENCH FOR NO REASON WHYYYYYY--she asked if I'd moved to a second machine, I said yes, because it was free and mine had stopped working/wouldn't ring up my silly cheese. I'd pressed 'call assistance' and moved on. I got told to go back to the first machine and 'calm down'--lady, I wasn't even stressed? Why do I have to shift around? What? Why can't the guy whiiiining in the one-man queue about my having usurped his check-out fiefdom or *whatever* just go to that one once you've fixed it? (p.s. dude, I was here first and the one next to me freed up as mine broke--dibs on it are belong to me, sorry) Why are you weird? Why is this the second time this specific employee has Been Weird? I get that Some Other Folk were having a weird shouty bag-related fight on the other side of the self-check out area, but my sicky barely-coherent ass is just trying to ring up this generic store-brand mozzarella ball for pizza tomorrow, thanks. Don't make it weird.
* the East Street market: bulk-bought red onions at the closing-down market. They last forever, and the market's the cheapest place for them--fuck 33p per onion, I need like 15 to the pound, thanks.
* the asian store: Shallots just for future need, because I don't get out to the Thai & Vietnamese specialty store super often, and
* Olis: had good bread, but I remember we didn't get through it all last time. So just got my sickly ass a Doctor Pepper for comfort and the cat a special treat of wet food, but he doesn't seem to like it? Fuck that cat.
- wrote to my dad's secretary about why I haven't seen my dad online in days and days, when I need to tell him about my thesis result (he can't STILL be in court, can he? This case was going to trial but didn't seem THAT big a deal.)
- set the pork to marinating
- dishes
- laundry
- cooked rosemary pork kebabs
- two auditions and post-mortem
- harassed 3 more people about potential auditionees
- figured out and set up/paid for 8 pounds worth of google calls
- spoke to dad, mom, grandma at length
- outlined next steps in application process a bit during convos
- STILL SUPER ILL
- caught up on news
- updated calendar w/ all next week's appointments
- sent gumtree guy more photos
- made a nice list of future stuff from Allegra book to make for dinner, but then gmail ate it :( , so just decided on pork/rosemary kebabs
- found and packed up Katy's sold-off dress
- Took it to the post office and shipped it
- grocery shopping at:
* Morrisons: bought tonight's recipe's lard (aha yes), pork loin and ciabatta (on saaaaaaale, bb--day old bread ftw)--GOT YELLED AT BY MORRISON'S CHECK OUT WENCH FOR NO REASON WHYYYYYY--she asked if I'd moved to a second machine, I said yes, because it was free and mine had stopped working/wouldn't ring up my silly cheese. I'd pressed 'call assistance' and moved on. I got told to go back to the first machine and 'calm down'--lady, I wasn't even stressed? Why do I have to shift around? What? Why can't the guy whiiiining in the one-man queue about my having usurped his check-out fiefdom or *whatever* just go to that one once you've fixed it? (p.s. dude, I was here first and the one next to me freed up as mine broke--dibs on it are belong to me, sorry) Why are you weird? Why is this the second time this specific employee has Been Weird? I get that Some Other Folk were having a weird shouty bag-related fight on the other side of the self-check out area, but my sicky barely-coherent ass is just trying to ring up this generic store-brand mozzarella ball for pizza tomorrow, thanks. Don't make it weird.
* the East Street market: bulk-bought red onions at the closing-down market. They last forever, and the market's the cheapest place for them--fuck 33p per onion, I need like 15 to the pound, thanks.
* the asian store: Shallots just for future need, because I don't get out to the Thai & Vietnamese specialty store super often, and
* Olis: had good bread, but I remember we didn't get through it all last time. So just got my sickly ass a Doctor Pepper for comfort and the cat a special treat of wet food, but he doesn't seem to like it? Fuck that cat.
- wrote to my dad's secretary about why I haven't seen my dad online in days and days, when I need to tell him about my thesis result (he can't STILL be in court, can he? This case was going to trial but didn't seem THAT big a deal.)
- set the pork to marinating
- dishes
- laundry
- cooked rosemary pork kebabs
- two auditions and post-mortem
- harassed 3 more people about potential auditionees
- figured out and set up/paid for 8 pounds worth of google calls
- spoke to dad, mom, grandma at length
- outlined next steps in application process a bit during convos
