michanna

Well, it's near noon on Sunday and having just spent 3 hours reading Jacqueline Carey, I am in the mood to wax poetic.
I feel languid. Part of me thinks I should feel guilty for having wasted half of my day in reading when I so badly need a job, but the greater part of me knows that guilt and self-recrimination are extremely destructive forces in my life.
For books that are such a guilty pleasure, I find the Jacqueline Carey books contain a lot of healing for me. Sometimes it's extremely unfair that I do not live in Terre D'Ange.

Yesterday morning my dog had a seizure. He shook violently for at least 2 minutes. I tried to do something then, feeling ineffective, ran to get the phone number for the vet. It was 8:20 am. The vet scheduled me in for an appointment at 10:30. The hour from 8:30 to 9:30 was hard as Lucky tried to regain his bearings. He couldn't connect his limbs to his brain and kept running into walls and falling over. I couldn't get him to settle; I could see he wanted to walk it off. By the time I got to the vet, he was fine again, if still a little shaky and confused. The vet didn't see anything to be concerned about and set me to just watching. There's a high possibility that it's the start of an escalating problem but the vet didn't see the point of running further tests at this time. He did say we're very lucky to still have Lucky and that he's lucky to be as healthy as he is at his age (that was a lot of luckys for one sentence).

I still feel like I'm walking on eggshells waiting for something else to happen with Lucky; the first time I didn't have any choice but to react. I feel like it'll be harder next time. I was quite restless when I got home and cleaned the kitchen, but it's still so cold down there that I had to do it with my jacket and hat on. There are still a number of chores I have to do before my parents get home but it's supposed to warm up tomorrow so I'm holding off. I've haven't been eating properly because my kitchen's too cold for me to want to bother hanging out in it to cook properly when I could hang out in my room and eat crackers, cookies, vegetables and hummus instead.

narikalen came to hang out with me and she painted my nails. I'm kind of fascinated by them. They're just long enough to actually look pretty instead of stubby with the polish on them. I wish I had my garnet rings here in Calgary because it would accent the purple polish nicely.

I applied to a number of jobs on Friday. It probably won't go anywhere, but I felt accomplished enough to take a break and catch up on NCIS and Castle yesterday. I also finally started playing Dragon Age, which mostly consisted of playing with facial structure for hours.

blademistress and

the_antichris will appreciate that I couldn't decide on a backstory, so I rolled a dice and ended up as an elven mage, which probably started as my second-lowest choice. Didn't get much playing in because it was 11 pm by the time I finished the character creation.

I'm feeling a little light-headed. I maybe should go find myself food despite the temperature of my kitchen. I think it is a little warmer today. There were other things to talk about, but I'm attending a distance Con-G meeting now and can't remember them. More later.