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Perosnal Update: My Laptops Demonic Possession and Horrible Eating Habits.

1. My Laptop Is Fried. It began with a rainbow spinning wheel that lingered. Then speakers that snapped and sizzled like burnt popcorn. So headphones, which worked- until they began to spout snakes. Then Darkness.

Probably the Indie God’s vengence for stealing music from starving artists.

But it’s good. Good because I’m learning to cope without a box of wires. Good because I have to walk two blocks and ineract to get online. Good because I’m not freaking out. Good because i can’t waste away on netflix.

2. Summer Smester Is Ending: It was easy. Too easy. Two classes. No math. Hardly a semester. Hardly worth posting about. I can graduate early now. I won’t- not ready to grow.

3. BEHIND. Behind on my reading schedule, my reponses to you artsy-folks. Behind on blogging. Behind on papers and cleaning and yoga. 

4. I’m Eating Like A Teenager Again: I had a reeses and jumbo-popcorn yesterday. That is all.


Jun 6
There was a shivering dot on my driveway Saturday morning. This little guy- I’m calling him Hobbes- was petrified. He had a broken femur and teeth marks on his thigh. 
The past few days have been cuddly. I had to fix the vet’s computer to afford Hobbe’s surgery- it was worth it. He’s on antibiotics and can now limp around my couch. 
We’ve been watching a lot of Lost. I swear he can see it, his blue pupils- which haven’t fully developed- scatter the screen. He always perks  when Vincent runs on.
I’m highly allergic to cats. I’m covered in hives even with Clariton pumping my system. Last night i woke unable to breath- I  had to use an inhaler four times to steal a breath. I can’t keep him.
He’s Hobbes after Thomas Hobbes. The naming after a philosopher was stolen from Lost (I’m on season two). Thomas Hobbes believed life in the natural state was short lived. 
Naming something makes it harder to give away. 
I love this cat.

There was a shivering dot on my driveway Saturday morning. This little guy- I’m calling him Hobbes- was petrified. He had a broken femur and teeth marks on his thigh. 

The past few days have been cuddly. I had to fix the vet’s computer to afford Hobbe’s surgery- it was worth it. He’s on antibiotics and can now limp around my couch. 

We’ve been watching a lot of Lost. I swear he can see it, his blue pupils- which haven’t fully developed- scatter the screen. He always perks  when Vincent runs on.

I’m highly allergic to cats. I’m covered in hives even with Clariton pumping my system. Last night i woke unable to breath- I  had to use an inhaler four times to steal a breath. I can’t keep him.

He’s Hobbes after Thomas Hobbes. The naming after a philosopher was stolen from Lost (I’m on season two). Thomas Hobbes believed life in the natural state was short lived. 

Naming something makes it harder to give away. 

I love this cat.