Nunk's going to the vet tomorrow, finally, so that we can find out what's wrong with her scratch and why she's licking at it so much. I think the vet was honestly just relieved that we aren't calling with kidney issues from the pet food stuff. I am too. Piggers left Tony and I a string of 7 little presents (piles of poo) inside of about two minutes while we were watching Scrubs right after dinner ----- pause ----- and just now puked right by my shoes in the dining room. But not much. I think just the little bit of ice cream we let her eat off a spoon. So now I'm worried about Piggers, and if she does anything else I'm calling the vet tomorrow to see if we can bring her in too to get checked out. She hasn't done anything like this in a while and I'm worried sick - we were feeding them one of the wet foods that was in the recall for a while, and while nothing she's done seems to indicate kidney problems, now I'm just panicking. Nunk, meanwhile, is attached to my lap and purring. Glad someone's not worried. No more table scraps for Piggers. She begs like nothing I've ever seen, but honestly, this can't be good.
Ugh.
Other than that lovely bit of too-much-detail life right there, I got an email from Kate today asking me to come up with a list of questions about what I find important in the stuff I've been reading - I don't think I'm writing my exam here but I know she's going to use the questions to come up with some for me, and she says this should help me think about my texts in groups rather than as individual works, which is largely what I've been trying to do anyway, though it's a pain in the ass with something like the Canterbury Tales, which is so all over the place. It does have some central concerns though, marriage and who gets control in the relationship being primary among them. It also seems to question what it is to live life in society and how that works for people/how they create a narrative of their lives. I guess the good thing is that after I email her a list of questions early next week and we talk them over, I can start trying to come up with answers for them so I can prepare myself that way for the test. The only problem then is that I don't feel ready, but I'm not sure I ever will.
My apartment smells like Spot Shot. I think I might just take a bath and read Chaucer and the Tradition of History or whatever that text is called. I got the Kalamazoo program today in the mail. It's raspberry, 150something pages and totally glorious. I can't wait. I need to get hotel reservations soon... hopefully I'll get money back this year. They've pledged quite a bit through the school because I put in for it so early... And I need to register, and all that fun stuff.
And I need to quit on the coffee. I'm tired all the time now, but I'm not sure the ensuing nausea from too much caffeine is worth it...
...though the nausea could just as easily be the combination of cat poo, cat vomit, Spot Shot, and brats that my apartment smells like... it's rapidly cooling off, but methinks it might be good to open the sliding door for a while and let something good smelling - like a cold front - in for a bit.
And, to countdown, all this shit will be over 31 days from now. And I will be asleep.
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