"when you're mad at someone, and they're mad at you, you wait till you both forget why you were mad, and then you go over to their house and ask them to play."

scattered. distracted. Bad Things happening in the life of a good friend, and High Emotional Strangeness going on over here.

I never know what to answer when people ask how I'm doing any more.

Scattered. Scattered.

You never know how strong the bonds you've forged are until they're tested.

i'm glad i had six months to live with my integration before testing it as seriously as i am right now. one of the things i figured out when i was in the forest this weekend is how little self-nourishing i'm doing, right now. how hard it is for me to be selfish.

If I hadn't had those six months, right now i'd be calling it quits and giving up. But i know things can be good. I've had a little bit of backsliding lately--not much, but a little--and it did scare me. But I can handle it. I can get through this.

So i'm told, anyway.

I want to hold onto this, I do.

I am starting to wake up, now.

starting to remember things, and notice other things, like how much i miss certian people i've fallen almost completely out of touch with.

I've really let things go for the past three months. I think it's about time to get everything back together.

Of course, I've said this before, and look how far it got me.

I'm thinking three years, personally. Three years. That's a nice round number, a nice long period of time.

Speaking of, as of the 14th of July, my nipple pierce and my kitten are three years old. [link goes to a page in closer, which some but not all of you have access to. mail me if you want access and don't have it.] Liberté, yup.

And speaking of the kitten, she is peeing. on. everything.

This is Not Good. This should have resolved two weeks ago. and the fact that it hasn't is worrying me. She is probably going in for an ultrasound tomorrow morning to see if she has bladder stones. And if she doesn't...well, i'm not sure what I'm going to do. Set up another kitter box and confine her to the bathroom, I guess. She is ruining books, papers, the mail, towels, my gym bag, and various places on the floor. Whenever i get home these days, I play a game called "hunt down all the places the girlcat has peed today and clean them up. It's been almost a month, and this is getting really, really, REALLY old.

i'm just an itty bit frustrated. can you tell?

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