Icarus's blog: "Somantics"

and thus I was stranded from home

at home.

Don't over think it, and don't question the HUGE spacing this thing is doing.

...

okay, question it.

When I got in, my throat was aching and my dog was covered in fleas. This is amusing because... I didn't do anything to deserve that, and my dog had a flea treatment that very week.

Seriously.

I guess it acted as a flea sex drug.

So we went into the vet, and the doctor

the vet at 9... I haven't willingly seen 9 AM since I was employed

and the doc at 4. Because why?

I had an abscess in my neck, and I still have some tender tissue in there.

Yeah, whiplashy tissue

yeah

it hurts.

On the upshot, my besty came down for a couple days and we hung out, and we decided we now hate indy,

and ... what else, oh

that there's a high probability I'll be "fine in a month". ... But at least my mom will shut up now that I saw the horse doctor

speaking of horse doctors

the literal horse doctor took a look at my dog, perscribed a handful of pills, the same pills I give her every three months, and ...

for some

indecipherable reason, my mom scheduled a followup for Tuesday.

I don't know why.

Doggy is always fine after she gets her quarterly pills for allergy and goop. (she's fine as we speak) and I didn't really want to be here 6 days.

Cest la vie.

Its not like I had anything to do except... be depressed and negative at home.

As opposed to the proximity of my parents.

Wooooo

*shrugs*

They've got netflix and I started a fairly badassed Zaku I.

I feel very empty.

Very alone.

Like the crack on my head let all the sense and balance out.

But I'm sleeping better.

And I hate Topeka.

A lot.

Not that its ... a terrible town

it is.

But enough bad shit has happened there to where I am not keen on returning.

My "seperation interview" is Friday the 17th for KS unemployment.

I'm not seriously looking for anything until they get back to me.

Its not so much that I'm used to getting screwed, but I think I have a good case for it.

Course, I'm sure a lot of people feel that way.

I call it "you're fucking up my lungs and my mind, and I asked for a transfer several times and a leave of absence".

I'd like very much to write a chapter leading into nowhere

smoke a cigar

and make love.

Maybe not in that order.