I say all of the following with the preface that my house is extremely clean and tidy…
Kizzie and I had an interesting night. She caught a few mice…while I was trying to sleep. Picture me sleeping, mouth gaping open, possibly drooling (ok, you get the picture). Then picture Kizz perched on the side of the bed, right next to my head, facing out toward the living room. At around 10:30 and then again around 1:30 and then again at 2:00 she scrambled down as fast as her short legs could take her and sent some mice to mousie heaven. Just when I was getting worried about her lack of Terrier skills.
I just finished setting some traps in the basement, because I think that’s where they are originating, the huge Kingdom of All Things Gross. I also whacked down a bunch of spider webs and stomped on some eggs. Had I let them hatch, I would have had a terrifying amount of spiders occupying the house, and between them and the mice, Kizz and I may have been carried out in the middle of the night.
I was feeling fairly sorry for myself yesterday, enough so that I deluded myself into thinking that maybe I could get some sympathy from my neighbor and Queen of Bonfires. Neither was having it. My neighbor told me that my life was easy and that I was “very free” and then she made me drink beer with her. Total bitch, right? And if you know QoB, you can imagine how that went. Hrrrmmmmm.
I snapped out of it sometime overnight and am feeling much better today, although it is just a matter of time before the sun starts to go down and I start feeling all whiney again. Happens almost every time. Something about watching the shadows grow longer makes me feel really anxious. It’s even worse now that the days are getting shorter, but I am using my sunlamp, so hopefully I am warding off the bitch of Seasonal Affective Disorder that plagues me every year. At least to the extent that I can ward it off.
I haven’t had any profound insights into life here within the past few days, other than perhaps the fact that the upcoming election is a total joke and I don’t want to vote for either person. Oh, and that it is totally possible that feeding my dog in the living room is not working out as well as I had originally anticipated. There ya go, QoB. I said it.
I have found great satisfaction in screaming along with the following song when frustrated. It’s a good screaming song. Give it a try, really! 🙂 (See comments for lyrics…you’ll want to read them, guaranteed)
Dashboard Confessional, Vindicated