November 30th, 2004

insane

Shitty.

Dorky has tested positive for Feline Infectious Peritonitis.

The good news is that his organ function and blood tests are normal. The bad news is that it's a fatal disease.

The vet is keeping him for a few more weeks and giving him antibiotics. After that, he may get to come home.
insane

Bleah.

I think I may be getting a cold. Or a sinus infection. Molto sneezums this morning, and I was lucky enough to have a couple of decongestants left at work, or I'd be mucousing all over the place.

So right now I'm operating at less than optimum efficiency. I'd really rather be in a nice soft dark warm cubicle, rather than the hard, brightly-lit veal-pen that I'm in.

I'd truly like to be all deep and contemplative, but my contemplation organ is feeling a little under the weather today, so you get a break from all my angsty goodness.

The snow from yesterday is gone. There was frost, and a reminder that I need to get a winshield scraper/brush since I left mine up in Minneapolis like a dork.

Okay, one little bit of angstiness:
This morning I woke up to my clock radio saying to me "when she stops loving you, it's over. There's nothing you can do to fix it". Full of gravitas. Mancow in a serious moment.

And in that half-awake highly suggestive state, I knew that it was true, that She really didn't love me anymore, and that I needed to just give up and move on.
Then I woke up completely and thought "wait a minute, something is wrong here...".

The weirdness of it was that the woman who had stopped loving me in my imagination was a composite of a number of women in my life. I don't know if this composite-woman was someone who I had been dreaming about, or some sort of Jungian archetype that was invoked by the words from the clock radio, but the analytical part of me finds it interesting that I would create the "perfect" woman out of components of women friends. Kind of Frankensteinish.

She was cute, too.

Is it meaningful? Hell, I don't know. I think it might be in a very abstract way. The things that I find attractive in my women friends are the things that I want in the perfect woman, but that's not really news then, is it?
Then that whole perfect woman concept is a myth.

It takes several women to be perfect.