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It is just a pause
a breath
a silence
the word
it is nothing
air flowing
in space
not a sound
not a breath
the absence
of words.
Big Update
First off: We named the kitten. He is now called Thurien. He needed an elven name because we both agreed that he looks like an elven cat.
Secondly: *sigh* I have that rescheduled GYN appointment on Tuesday. Hopefully I won’t have to argue with Dr. You Must Have Babies about how I shouldn’t have babies. He frustrates the *hell* out of me.
Third: I finished the brush site. It’s called Aquired-Taste and right now it’s nothing but PSP8 brushes. I’m getting the image packs together and I’m trying to figure out GIMP to convert them to that format as well.
Fourth: Friday I have a CAT-scan. I am having a lot of pain from this pre-period flare that doesn’t exist, so Dr. Getting-Lower-in-My-Estimation-Every-Visit has ordered that because, well dammit, it can’t be the period. It must be my cyst or endomietriosis… even though pre-period flares are well documented. WELL DOCUMENTED. Well. Documented.
Fifth: Eloric and I may be going to Brazil in October so he can assist his company’s Brazilian plant start production. The Brazillian plant manager and Eloric get along very nicely and Eloric’s name has been mentioned in High Places as someone who really knows his job. I just hope I can learn enough Portuguese and I’m well enough to go with him. All of the Portuguese I know is very naughty and probably incorrect, as I learned it by reading Shogun.
Lastly: I am supposed to be writing 100 words a day for this project in August… which is all of the explaination I’ll give for the 100 word entries appearing here.
*barf*
Tired of being sick. *barf*
Mis-Adventures in BC
I was just about to leave the house to go see Dr. You Must Have Babies when his nurse called me to say that he, ironically enough, had to go deliver a baby… so she’ll call me or I should just leave around 3:30 to go see if I need tests for endo and whether I may possibly have another ovarian cyst- and most importantly: To get me some BC. I needs me some BC- if not for the cysts, then for its orignal use, as I need to stay on my drug regimen for IC and you can’t if you become gravid.
And diddling with anyting in your pelvic area has the chances of making the IC worse… and I’d rather not chance it.
If the doc won’t write me Ortho Evra, I have researched 3 pill choices that I hope will: 1) Not make me suidical, as the last time I had the pill, I wanted to kill myself but couldn’t even bring myself to find a knife to do it with; 2) Will not make me pork up because the IC is doing that enough already; 3) Will not have much break-through bleeding, as periods and bleeding, in general, exacerbate the IC.
He will want to give me Depo… Depo is trash: I’ve had that too. Horny as heck, can’t get off. No thank you. Besides: You can’t just stop Depo if it’s giving you hell… it’s a shot and you’re on it for 3 mos whether you like it or not.
Stay Tuned for my (probably fun-filled) results…
[edit] I am so mad, I can’t see straight. After *finally* getting an appointment with Dr. You Must Have Babies, going in after the delay, and generally getting jerked around: No BC. Why? They called right after I left and said that the baby was late and that he wouldn’t be coming back to the office… which they had to tell me at the office. They couldn’t pass me on to my GP or anything to at least write the BC and reschedule the check for the cyst and the endo. They had to make me re-arrange my whole life again. *insert torrent of profanity here* That’s what I get for going to a GYN who is also an OB. Too bad all of the GYNs in the county are also OBs. *insert your favorite swear word here*
befriend
Befriend yourself
you are the best friend
you could ever have
be kind to yourself
and loving because
friendship begins
within
and flows to the
outside.
Potential Kitten Names
(shall be edited as needed until I think of a good one)
Juniper
Lien
Talon
Therem
Thann
Maryn
Thime (ooh, I like this one)
Phedre
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.
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The kitten has been named Thurien. Thanks, everyone. 
breakdown
if everything should all go wrong
break down
break apart
and my feet should have no solid place
to rest upon
what choice have I
but to grow
Wings
?
I’m Keeping My Furbaby &etc
I get to keep my furbaby! *dancedancedance* Now I have to give him a good name. *heheheh* And we all know my idea of a good cat name: Something a person would loathe as their own name. Yep.
I guess though it was sort of a mistake for Eloric to go over to the kitten’s owners’ home though- because the owners of the kitten happen to be very good friends of the dreaded elder brother Joseph (of debt collection agency fame) and Jolene (whose knife always goes right for the delts). Well, somewhere in there Joseph was mentioned and it just so happens that he plays WoW, so the kitten’s former owners go on and on and on about WoW and Joseph and whatnot. Eloric asked for his phone number… but before you throw up a little in anticipation of some gooey reconcilliation- he got it so the next time the creditors call us, we can say “Would you like his home phone or his cell phone?” and grin as we savor the taste of sweet, sweet vengence.
About an hour and a half ago I was here, desperately trying to make both of my layouts validate for XTML Strict (no dice) and Eloric was asleep on the floor beside of me. I hear the phone ring and leap up, intending to tell the asshat on the other end that only family can call after 8pm without it being a breech of ettiquite. I picked it up and the male voice on the other end said:
“Is Barak there?”
WTF Barak? “Who?” I practically shriek. We get a lot of wrong numbers for some highschool-age playa.
“Is El-O- Ric there?”
“Hold on.” I thought it was someone from his work. I summon him and he takes the phone. Three minutes later I tiptoe in and ask who it is.
It was Joseph.
First: Jesus Harry Christ Bleeding on Broadway- You haven’t called for 4 years since you moved out west and now you call? Why now? (not rhetorical, I’ll answer this shortly) And whatever happened to “Hello Elerah, how are you? May I speak to my brother?” Who’s the social retard? Who?
It’s not hard to figure out that Floridell, the female of the BNP duo who owned my kitten, fired off an e-mail to Jolene and told her that Eloric was there regarding one of the kittens her demon spawn managed not to kill and that Eloric plays WoW too. This is what it took for him to call: Didn’t give a fsck about his brother until he heard that he plays World of Warcraft. And it gets worse.
He talks to Eloric about nothing *but* the game. And to seguey into which faction Joseph plays, he relates the following conversation between himself and his son:
“Wow! Your Uncle Eloric plays World of Warcraft! I wonder what he plays.”
“Wow! Yeah I wonder what sort of Alliance charater he plays.”
“Yeah, he could even play something we don’t like: Like Horde”
“Oh no, Uncle Eloric would never do that.”
“So Eloric, what do you play?”
“I play Horde.”
“No. You can’t!”
“Yeah, I play Horde because Alliance is overdone and nothing but a whole lot of Legolas wannabes… etc… (Insert your favorite Alliance slam here)”
I guess the good part of this (besides getting the kitten *squee*) is that he didn’t call wanting money or a favor (for once) and he didn’t call collect. I sure as hell hope that he doesn’t call often because I do not want a relationship with his good-for-nothing pathetic ass or his back-stabbing, nasty wife on any terms. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! I don’t want to go through all of the lies and the slights and the horror that they call “friendship” or “family relationship”. They were out of my life and now they’re back like herpies. And I’m not falling for their crap any more.
cats, 
