First post of 2009 - and six months since I last publicly fused.

Let's correct that small injustice, yes?

1. I'm sick and tired of being, well, sick and tired. I've been on antibiotics twice.

2. I'm slowly drawing into my own little world where people can't hurt me. I need to pull out of this. I'm hiding myself in books, both my own writing and other people's, but I have not accomplished much else besides the mundane tasks. Yes, everyone's got clean clothes. Yes, everyone's got food. Nobody needs to learn Gaelic and nobody wants to listen to mom say "Aye, lassie," instead of "yes, dear."

3. Bitch point #2 might be due to the fact that the new mega Wal-Mart scares the bejeezesus out of me. I can't find anything! It's like walking in the Edward Jones dome and looking for the quarter the quarterback dropped. Christ.

4. My dog's brain is giving out, and he's taking my heart with him. I don't want to put him in the pound, but I'm tired of cleaning up messes. We've had to sequester him in a certain part of the house, and I hate it, but unless he's watched 24/7, he tears into the garbage, pulls stuff off the counter and out of the shelves, and poops in a hidden corner of the house where he thinks I'm not able to find it. Folks, a 100-pound dog makes a lot of shit, especially when he's confiscated a ham from the counter. Ham tears his stomach up.

5. The cat's common sense is giving out. He's making messes from the other end - if you feed him too much, he'll scarf it all down and get sick, puking it up not five minutes later. The kids can't figure this out - a handful of food at a time, please. They just don't want to get up again to feed him. I don't want to clean up any more of his completely undigested puke.

6. Our power bill was over $600 this month. Granted, there's 5 of us and a very large snake room but, still, this sucks, and then the hub laughs at me because I download files on generating your own power with a miniature windmill. Hello? I think we could at least run the TV and a few other gadgets off of that, and it would look pretty. He thinks the city won't let me build one. Fuck it. I'm still seriously considering it - and Dude has a science project coming up. Let's experiment with something other than drugs, right?

So, that ends the bitch session/fussfest for the time being.