Cat Scratch Fever

Ok, now that I'm recovering from my flu of death and have cleaned my apartment of cat urine, I feel a lot better about Fresno and life in general. Don't get me wrong, I'm still busting out of this place in a year. But I feel more confident I can survive until then.

The cat's still sick. I'm going to write an amazing novel and get it published and never have to have a real job again. Real jobs are lame, I'm discovering. But planning for the next thing is not! My head is full of dreams of seasonal work and internships and living with a billion roommates in a rent-free house. What I was doing before this, basically. It's like they say: you don't know what you got til it's gone. In the meantime, I'm going to take some kind of class here and try to save some money and just be me!

It's like the Beach Boys say, you just gotta have a little faith in yourself, darlin'. And everything that you do. New love: Arrested Development. Old, rediscovered love: Mr Show. Ahhh TV, you never let me down. Wait, yes you do. All the time. "Next Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader" much? Scrap that. Ahhh carefully vetted Netflix reruns of old TV series, YOU never let me down!

This Thanksgiving weekend, I was and still am thankful for my family, my friends, my relatively newfound sense of independence, the fact that the holiday season lasts for a month and a half, dark chocolate, cranberry sauce attractively displayed, Martinelli's and the fact that living in California has brought me into contact with this incredible sparkling cider, my boss' benevolent views on sick days, and the fact that I live somewhere and in such a way that I can afford to worry about whether my current job is fulfilling and where I have the freedom to quit and move anytime I want but the convictions to stay for at least a year.

Every Day I Want to Cry

I am not having the best adjustment period here. This parade of terrible cats (I traded in Rosey and got Jayne) makes me question not only my abilities as a pet owner, but whether I like animals at all anymore. And if I don't like animals, what am I going to do? I had a fever last night. I think the cat gave it to me. Jayne peed on a lot of my stuff. I found out I'm happiest when I'm driving away from this place.

Good thoughts:
Mom's here in two weeks; two weeks after that, Chrissy's here; six weeks after that, Rachel's here
I got paid today
Thanksgiving at Dianne's was excellent


I would give anything for some do-overs.

Keep on the Sunny Side

The situation here in the 'no is getting a little desperate. I'm overdrawn (almost) on two bank accounts, the cable guy is coming, and I owe a tuition payment today. Payday is Friday.

Rosey the garbage cat is not working out. I didn't really feel a connection with her when they brought her into the vet hospital in a trap cage full of fish heads, but I assumed, because I love animals, I could forge one. It's a little more than a week later. She's looking good--put on weight and flea free--but I do not like this cat. Maybe I don't like animals anymore. She keeps me up at night, she's destroying all my stuff, she smells terrible, and her little meows are not cute, they're annoying.

I'm having a little trouble getting on my feet here in Fresno. It'll all be better after payday. I hope.