Turbulent Tuesday and Malfunctioning Machines

12,782 Days Alive

1 Sour Stomach

So, some of the equipment at work threw a bitch fit today and completely decided to be non-functional. And it’s so outside my wheelhouse I’m not quite sure what to do other than reach out for help. Which, of course, I did, but it didn’t make the technical difficulties any less frustrating.

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Sunday Night Blues

12,756 Days Alive

There’s so much ugliness going on in the world right now. Death, corruption, greed, and well-deserved riots and protests.

I don’t have the heart for it tonight. I wish the world was a better place.

I’m going to bed. Take your meds, folks.

Failures and Freak Outs

12,751 Days Alive

$870 Spent at the Veterinarian’s Office

1 Still Sick Kitty

This is going to be a short one:

Spock has fatty liver syndrome and partial liver failure. I’m doing all that I can to make sure he’s okay. I’m super stressed about it and am terrified to go to bed in case he passes in the night.

I’m so afraid for him.

Take your meds, folks.