Friday, April 20, 2012

Happy Banzai day!

I wasn't there when he was born, but it's safe to say that on or about today, my Banzai is 8 years old.
Thank you for eight years of friendship, buddy, and you're welcome for eight years of food.

I finally broke down...

And made an appointment to see my doctor. I was hoping for something along the lines of "oh yes, you have thing x and the treatment is thing y" and my disparate symptoms would be tied together and gotten rid of, but nothing's ever that tidy in real life. And as a side note, I am not really a fan of real life. It's just too exhausting. I overheard two women talking about their relationships and one of them said, "oh, I cheated on him," and it got me really wondering where people like her get their energy. I mean, it wears me out to consider even one relationship, much less extra ones on the side. I mean, really, what is the secret? I might be able to do something other than stumble out of bed and go to work and then stumble back into bed with energy like that. Shoot, with some of that vim and vigor I might even be put together enough to wear an accessory with my standard ensemble of jeans and whatever shirt isn't covered in cat hair yet..... Ugh, just thinking about that makes me tired enough to cry.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Things that make me cry

Well, okay, it might not be entirely accurate to say that these things make me cry. It's probably more fair to say that they act as triggers. I think the tears are always just about a millimeter below the surface. So here we go, in random order, reasons I've cried lately:

  • Software updates
  • Google ads
  • Dietary restrictions
  • Joint swelling
  • Facebook
  • The telephone ringing
  • Work
  • Video games
  • Articles about people going through hard things, even when everything turns out ok
  • The level of cognitive dissonance other people just seem to be okay with
So basically I'm a mess. I don't like many things anymore, really. And, oh yeah, the way I always feel like I need to censor myself and can't just be honest, even in a blog nobody even reads, makes me cry. It's no wonder I have so few friends; I'm an insufferable drag.