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I am public again!
Dec. 29th, 2008 12:30 pmHey everyone.
Well, I'm public again! Yaaaay! *throws confetti*
Had the SCARE of my life this morning. First of all, I'm feeling kind of bizarre cause I went to bed at a normal time then slept all I needed to sleep, but sort of slept right through into an hour where I've been getting my heavy-duty REM sleep. So my body was seriously confused, it was like, "MUST SLEEP... wait... do I need... I'm awake... I don't need sleep. WAKE UP! Oh, GOD, but I'm so TIRED!" I lay there for hours between sleep and wakefulness, unable to figure out if I needed sleep or not.
Finally decided to try to wake up and see if I felt better, and I did, so I got up. I still feel dizzy and weird but much better, and I know this is my sleeping patterns fucking me around. I wish I was a normal person who could sleep whenever the fuck they liked, seriously.
So, I wake up, I'm muzzy and weird, and Mum says before she leaves the house with Dad, "Keep an eye on Rogue, she's outside. She was acting a bit funny this morning, breathing fast."
O_O THANKS, GUYS. Drop THAT in my lap and leave me here on my own with Scotty to find the cat! What if something bad had happened to her? I'd be all on my lonesome, and THEY'RE THE BASTARDS THAT LET HER OUT SICK IN THE FIRST PLACE.
Except, she's NOT sick. After much searching she decided to deign me with her presence and came out from under the house. It's hotter than Hell's ballsack out there right now and she's kind of restless and limp at the same time. Running away from me but staying in the shade. The fact that she can run away from me so fast assures me that there is nothing wrong with the little cunt, she's just. fucking. insane.
God, I'm so mad at my parents. My Dad INSISTS on letting her out, even though I explain to him, again and again, that I want her inside after losing Xena so horribly. And that if she annoys him, to put her in my room with ME.
Thing is, they have a grandkid-grandad relationship. Dad spoils her. Dad fucking loves that cat and he thinks it's really horribly cruel to leave her in the house all the time. I've compromised, I've agreed to let her out for a few hours, but I NEVER agreed to her being let out, willy nilly, with no thought as to her condition.
So I have to explain this to Dad calmly and clearly when he comes home, cause I know that yelling at him does no good and it's really important that he listens to me on this one. *prays*
Well, I'm public again! Yaaaay! *throws confetti*
Had the SCARE of my life this morning. First of all, I'm feeling kind of bizarre cause I went to bed at a normal time then slept all I needed to sleep, but sort of slept right through into an hour where I've been getting my heavy-duty REM sleep. So my body was seriously confused, it was like, "MUST SLEEP... wait... do I need... I'm awake... I don't need sleep. WAKE UP! Oh, GOD, but I'm so TIRED!" I lay there for hours between sleep and wakefulness, unable to figure out if I needed sleep or not.
Finally decided to try to wake up and see if I felt better, and I did, so I got up. I still feel dizzy and weird but much better, and I know this is my sleeping patterns fucking me around. I wish I was a normal person who could sleep whenever the fuck they liked, seriously.
So, I wake up, I'm muzzy and weird, and Mum says before she leaves the house with Dad, "Keep an eye on Rogue, she's outside. She was acting a bit funny this morning, breathing fast."
O_O THANKS, GUYS. Drop THAT in my lap and leave me here on my own with Scotty to find the cat! What if something bad had happened to her? I'd be all on my lonesome, and THEY'RE THE BASTARDS THAT LET HER OUT SICK IN THE FIRST PLACE.
Except, she's NOT sick. After much searching she decided to deign me with her presence and came out from under the house. It's hotter than Hell's ballsack out there right now and she's kind of restless and limp at the same time. Running away from me but staying in the shade. The fact that she can run away from me so fast assures me that there is nothing wrong with the little cunt, she's just. fucking. insane.
God, I'm so mad at my parents. My Dad INSISTS on letting her out, even though I explain to him, again and again, that I want her inside after losing Xena so horribly. And that if she annoys him, to put her in my room with ME.
Thing is, they have a grandkid-grandad relationship. Dad spoils her. Dad fucking loves that cat and he thinks it's really horribly cruel to leave her in the house all the time. I've compromised, I've agreed to let her out for a few hours, but I NEVER agreed to her being let out, willy nilly, with no thought as to her condition.
So I have to explain this to Dad calmly and clearly when he comes home, cause I know that yelling at him does no good and it's really important that he listens to me on this one. *prays*
