I enabled tap-to-click today, too
Jun. 7th, 2009 02:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magicalmarthaI was going to post a big long thing here about a horrifying nightmare I had last night, and a mini-rant about how some of the rules animal shelters have set up are ridiculous, but then DW totally ate my entire post. So, to sum up:
1. Had a nightmare last night of trying to save Dan (my friend who's been causing all the drama) from a shark attack, not being able to, and finding him drowned and dead. Have determined that this means my brains want me to talk to him, even though I don't think it's in my best interest. It's apparently causing me anxiety, so I have to try and do SOMETHING about it.
2. Went downtown today with my friend Ed and his Bitchface Girlfriend (for anyone who heard this story, that's the girl who accused me of being a homewrecker last summer. Today we apparently decided we were going to ignore that incident). It was fun except for Bitchface, who has an annoying tendency to try and lecture me about things I already know about (yes, I DO know that it is best to buy surgical steel body jewelry, CAN YOU COUNT THE PIERCINGS IN MY HEAD, WOMAN). We stopped at the Chicago Humane Society, who told me I couldn't adopt a particular dog (this dog, to be precise) because she was considered "high risk," and I'd never owned a dog by myself before. Never mind that I have EXTENSIVE experience with rescue dogs, or that I worked in a bording center for three years with dogs ranging from mild to monster, or that I currently share space with a 50 pound hound that's a bundle of neuroses. Also never mind the fact that the rules don't appear to apply once you get to the interview phase of adopting, since they call references and quiz you deeply about your background. They wouldn't even let me PLAY with this dog. I was kinda peeved.
3. Had a lovely evening in with my boyfriend, in which we ate tasty pastas, watched Rome, and I got some painting done. I'll tell you about the hobby stuffs later, when I'm not so desperate for sleeeeeeps.
1. Had a nightmare last night of trying to save Dan (my friend who's been causing all the drama) from a shark attack, not being able to, and finding him drowned and dead. Have determined that this means my brains want me to talk to him, even though I don't think it's in my best interest. It's apparently causing me anxiety, so I have to try and do SOMETHING about it.
2. Went downtown today with my friend Ed and his Bitchface Girlfriend (for anyone who heard this story, that's the girl who accused me of being a homewrecker last summer. Today we apparently decided we were going to ignore that incident). It was fun except for Bitchface, who has an annoying tendency to try and lecture me about things I already know about (yes, I DO know that it is best to buy surgical steel body jewelry, CAN YOU COUNT THE PIERCINGS IN MY HEAD, WOMAN). We stopped at the Chicago Humane Society, who told me I couldn't adopt a particular dog (this dog, to be precise) because she was considered "high risk," and I'd never owned a dog by myself before. Never mind that I have EXTENSIVE experience with rescue dogs, or that I worked in a bording center for three years with dogs ranging from mild to monster, or that I currently share space with a 50 pound hound that's a bundle of neuroses. Also never mind the fact that the rules don't appear to apply once you get to the interview phase of adopting, since they call references and quiz you deeply about your background. They wouldn't even let me PLAY with this dog. I was kinda peeved.
3. Had a lovely evening in with my boyfriend, in which we ate tasty pastas, watched Rome, and I got some painting done. I'll tell you about the hobby stuffs later, when I'm not so desperate for sleeeeeeps.
