I'll be doing a lot of driving for the next month =[ But I'm done driver's ed. I never want to get in an accident for real, that paper work is complicated.
I've been reading guinea pig care pages, just cause. No reason at all. But they've reinspired my faith in my little Pippin and I think I'll clear out my bathroom and let him run around tomarrow! He's such a darling. I can't begrudgen him the fact that he isn't Jakie, really no one will ever be my little Jakie, but Pip is Pip. And he's pretty damn amazing, for a little fur ball a little too in love with food. Nah, I'm kidding. He's pretty great for any pet, not just the furballs. I'm going to make him a delicious salad of watever I find in the fridge! (That's pig safe, of course)
I couldn't explain to you last night if I tried. Because I haven't the slightest clue the mischief that ensued between four and noon AM. Why can't I just stay in my bed?
My thryoid is being monitored. And I go to the stomach doctor on Friday. It's a consult to schedule an appointment for them to shove a tube down my throat. To be honest with you, I don't care at all about this. I'm scared for my mother. She may have her uterus removed. She's had precancerous cells and now has some sort of lump the size of a golfball. It will most likely need to be removed. I'm pushing for her to get it done, as soon as she can, because I don't want anything getting any worse. She's going tomarrow to a doctor. I really hope she's ok.
I also found out a better extent of that I need to be careful with my kidneys. Knew that, of course. But I still never think of it that way.
I miss steve. =[. I ate chocolate cause that's what girls do when they miss people. I laughed at myself.
I think I bruised my pointer finger? No idea how, but it really hurts. Like, when I touch it. Not like swelling or anything. I bought hooker heels today. They're pretty amazing. Brown with brown flowers and like five inches high. I really want salt. I think I've been dehydrated. Actually obviously. With the salt and the dry lips and the thirstiness.
And yeah, sooo. I found out Tate likes his head to be scratched like a kitty when he's just woken up. And Hammie doesn't. Ever, ha. Google won't tell me why guinea pigs poop in jelly bean shapes. Funny, funnypalooza.