Even though the title of this post sounds like a very bad serial fanfic, it describes my plans for Labor Day weekend.

By my observation, Hobbit has been having excessive thirst and frequent trips to the litter box, the primary combo symptoms of feline diabetes. Maybe I’m just being overcautious (and I hope I am), but she has an appointment tomorrow. I hope they just take a few labs, perform an office exam, and send us home. I have no reason to think they’ll want to keep her (since they’re closed Sunday and Monday), so we should be fine on that front.

I’ll update later, but Hobbit says that if you’d like to send donations for catnip, she does accept PayPal.

Mood: Hopeful

My “allergies” have grown into full on ear problems, and I’m not sure my treatment is strong enough. Bah. I also fear that the endgame cough is going to be killer this time. You know how you can just tell?

Mood: Exhausted

Exactly a year ago, I was sick. I remember because it’s Dad’s birthday and last year I had to take the PRAXIS II test (which I aced, btw) and I was too sick to hold my head up through the examination. Anyway, I’m sick again. I’m going to stock up on vitamin C and hole up in my house for the week prior to this weekend next year. I’m putting it on the calendar now. Hmmph.

Mood: Sick

In this year’s installment of “Why I Hate Spring”, I refer you to the poison ivy on my hands. I left the house for less than five minutes to pick up some rubbish that had blown into my yard during the recent storms and came in immediately to wash with bleach, but it beat me. If the poison ivy stays contained to my hands, I’ll be happy; it’s the face affliction that I dread. I’m on double the Benedryl now, so hopefully it will provide some kind of benefit. I really don’t want to be forced to get the injections and prescriptions for decadron and steroids–again.

Mood: Surprised

I decided to check on a financial matter that is so bungled up I can’t even go into details. That conversation was unproductive, frustrating, and made my headache so debilitating that I took two more Excedrin while hanging up the phone. Ugh.

Poor Istar seems to have suffered the worst of it; he’s currently running around soaking wet because he won’t let me dry him after his bath. Secretly, I think he likes it. Hobbit’s looking at me like I’m the Executioner and won’t even entertain the thought of staying in my line of sight for long. Heh.

Mood: Disappointed

Send bath salts, please. I’m already pruney.

Mood: Sick

I changed the theme here to (hopefully) speed up the load time. Did it work? I can’t tell anymore, what with cache, browser fatigue, bugs, etc.

I have a couple more days to finish my Top 5 Doctor Who lists, so I think I’ll try to beat this headache instead.

Mood: Sick

Istar isn’t so lucky. His injection was fine, but he is so overweight (18.3 lbs) that the vet was panicked. I already feed him less than the recommended amount of diet food each day, but now he’s on an even more expensive diet than the one Hobbit was on. I can’t see continually paying $24 for an 8 lb. bag of food, but the vet made me buy it today before he would release Istar. The good news is that he’ll now get to eat more food than before, so maybe he won’t mind the change. We’ll see.

Mood: Sore

I’ve been croupish for a week and a half now. I’m over it. Well, I’m not over it, I’m over the thought of it. Go away, hack. I have no doubt that if I put the Newports down, it’ll get better faster, so I guess I really can’t complain too much, but still…. Oh, and if I could only remember to NOT BITE MY NAILS, especially at the start of the school year, I probably wouldn’t have caught this mess in the first place. Bah!

College Fair tomorrow…wish me luck! It’ll be a miracle if this thing happens at all.

Mood: Sick

Recently, I’ve had a mini-vacation to TN, seen Ben and Jesse, had poison ivy all over my face (second doctor’s visit in a month…yay), and waited for my grandmother’s surgery to stop giving her problems. I found a really cool Zune clock to add to HobStar (my Zune), so I’m really happy about that. I don’t wear a watch and my sorry TracFone is just not something I’m willing to whip out everytime I want to check the time. Having a clock on my Zune will be perfect because now I can watch Shaun of the Dead AND time the AP exams properly. Heh.

Television-wise, we’re gearing up for a late Summer viewing schedule which includes old Star Trek: Voyager, SGA, Project Runway, Big Brother, and Shear Genius. I’m not overly enthused with the newer shows, especially SGA. I seriously think that unless they lose Dr. Keller, my viewing days are limited. I hate that a show that has meant so much to me has brought about so much disgust, but I can’t help it; she just grates.

Mood: Okay

Now, geekspeak.  Coldplay’s album is laughably bad.  Maybe it will grow on me, but it’s definitely not on the level of the last one.  Awww.  Too bad that 1) I don’t care for Lost anymore 2) I don’t vid anymore.  There are two songs I could make the most corny vids to.  One is actually titled “Lost” and would be a good Locke vid, no?  The next is “42″ and has Hurley written ALL OVER IT.(“Those who are dead are not dead/They’re just living in my head.”) Bwa!  I have no doubt those vids will be made by others, and done well, of course.  I imagine there will be one of the “Lost” song for every character at some point.  It’ll be interesting to watch.

Not that I want to turn this into a Pushing Daisies site, but OMyG, how great is this show? I absolutely adore Emerson. Chi McBride has a new fan here, I tell ya.

Emerson, after being questioned by Ned about the appropriateness of taking on friend Olive as a client:

Oh, hang on a second, let me ask the money: *mock phones* Oh, hey, Money, it’s me, Emerson. I’m good, I’m good, thanks for asking. Say, can I still pay my bills and buy stuff with you even though you was Olive’s money first? Uh huh….yeah…*laughs* Thanks. *puts away fake phone* *Serious Voice* The money don’t care, touch him.

Bwahahahaha. Gold, I say!

Pliers to rip out my aching teeth
Miniature plungers for my nostrils
Rubber mallet for my head
Orange popsicles to make it all better

I’m on Tylenol Severe Cold meds, in case you were wondering.

In other news, Tim Gunn’s Guide to Style is awful. It’s What Not To Wear without the fun. Bad choice, Tim. Oh, and the normally stunning Veronica Webb is looking, um, less than super. I nearly spit out my drink when her blush made it’s screen debut (I think it has it’s own SAG card). I guess she was trying to distract us from her unfortunate haircut (think Posh, only NOT). That’s alright, dear, it will grow back out. Trust me. I’ve already removed the show from my DVR lineup and won’t miss it one bit.

Yesterday, Cage wanted so Naruto cards, so we took him to get some and I had a chance to see Ashley. Yay!! Hope you got to see 300, hon! Next weekend I’m in Charleston for class, but if this cold isn’t completely gone, I’m not even going to ask my favorite guys for a place to bunk. I’ve got a ton of work to do for that class and may actually start on it today if my cough medicine will stop knocking me out. Pfft.