I dreamed
about the mice last night, but in the dream they were rats, and there were so
many of them that it was all you could hear and they were out in the open,
everywhere. They didn't even bother to sneak. Took my dog in to the twenty-four
hour veterinary clinic the other night after I spotted her with a block of rat
poison in her mouth. Luckily, she didn't ingest any. Thinking about something
happening to her really breaks me up, but she's fine. I was adamantly against
using poison to control the mouse problem. Until there were a couple of
instances where the snap traps didn’t finish the job and the dilemma of putting
these mice out of their misery arose. This situation was something I wasn’t
emotionally prepared to handle. Finally, I resorted to poison, confined to the
basement. The dog got into the poison at an entirely different location, just a
day or two after I decided to start using it in my own home, ironically. So, I
decided to remove the poison. I’m just too damn paranoid. The apartment where I
live requires a $250 pet deposit for each pet living in the home. In the near
future, the plan is to look for a kitten. Although $250 is an extreme amount
for my budget right now, I think I’m going to go for it. I would have to
insure, before making any final decisions, that whatever kitten I adopt will be
compatible and friendly with my dog, first and foremost. Ideally, whichever cat
I pick will be a good mouser. Maybe the cat smell alone would be enough to
discourage the mice. If not, I think that it would be nice for my dog to have a
companion.
My
boyfriend has pleurisy. He’s on antibiotics. His birthday is this weekend. We
talked about summer activities yesterday. Picnics, kayaking, putt-putt and go-karts.
I’m looking forward to the summer. I feel really optimistic about being with
him.
I miss my
mom and my dad. We spend a lot of the summer together around a campfire, listening
to records, talking, arguing, and laughing. The older I get, the more I see
where aspects of my personality comes from each of them.
Last week, I spent too
much money. I spent money on the dentist, on my car, on the vet. Money is nice
and a pain in the ass.
I’m on a brand of birth
control that I was on once before. Before I didn’t notice much of an effect.
This time, it’s made me feel moody as hell. For the whole month that I’ve been
taking it, I’ve felt like I’m a day out from my period. It sucks and is
annoying. The real kicker is, having taken it before, I just assumed that it
would agree with me, so I bought six months worth of the stuff. Hopefully as it
becomes more integrated into my system, the side effects will lessen.
I need to change my
transmission filter. I’m about 46 miles out from my recent repair and it needs
to be changed, the transmission filter, whatever, wherever that is.
I’d like to eat
healthier foods. Honestly, I prefer home cooked meals over fast food. I prefer
fresh over processed, most of the time. The truth is I’m just too lazy. I’ll
buy healthy food, and the majority of it goes bad before I get to eat it. If I
were less lazy, I could divvy up these foods and freeze them as soon as I get
them. Plus, it would make cooking meals a lot more simple and convenient. I
have a friend who once a month does this. I’ve done it before, but on a smaller
scale. I should quit making excuses to be lazy and just do it. I know that I’d
be glad if I did.
I wish I had a
dishwasher. I used to, but now I don’t. Dishwashers are pretty awesome. Doing
dishes sucks. I used to have really pretty dishes, but after so many years,
they started to have chips and cracks. I found a nice new set of dishes at a
garage sale, for a decent price. I bought those and got rid of my old set. This
new set isn’t as pretty, or functional really. The shape of the old set was
better, but they did get pretty hot in the microwave. I should go to goodwill
and find some new dishes that are functional and pretty.