Yo, insomnia!

Go fuck yourself!

Working at ACCT at night kind of rules.

No one left the room without crying. At least once. Personally, I cried 2.5 times.

Breaking Point

Everything came to a head, as I felt it would. All wounds were healed by Saturday Cube. As usual. It's nice to be reminded why I love this. It's sad that I forgot in the first place.

Seeing the bubbles all over the floor made me laugh. What a hilarious mistake. But, then, it made me sad. It wasn't a memory we would share. Things are different now. Friendship > Sympathy > Anger > Indifference > Sadness. Washing dishes... and probably hands, too.

It is just never, ever returned. Gave up.

Since Tuesday

Less than three sentences.

Is that what they call it, "the well"?

Last night was rejuvenating. Reboot. Levels of patience and determination have been restored. There are four particular voids that need filling. I will address them in candy code:

1 - Mounds - By far, the most crushing. There is nothing I can do about this. That doesn't make me feel any less guilty.

2 - Reese's - It will eventually work itself out, but it will take months. It's not just the combination of chocolate and peanut butter turning my stomach.

3 - Nerds - I am most content with solitude and seclusion, but branching out is probably the healthiest method, I guess.

4 - Airheads - I've run out of options. Could use some new recruits. I don't have the time or need for that. All I have is a lingering slight interest.

"That leaves the door wide open for..."

Amazement Continues

Normal surgery schedule. Lots of dogs. Dogs equal long day. There are always a few pregnant cats to spay, too. After we finished all of the dogs, we went to lunch. I prepped the first cat and put her on the table. When I walked over to sedate the next female, I saw some blood and two kittens. Apparently, my sighing "Son of a bitch" sent the vet over. Over the last year, I have been wired to get upset when a pregnant cat does not get spayed. After thinking it over, I remembered that she was actually really sweet when I examined her earlier. A little later me and the doc sutured their umbilical cords. He looked down at one of the kittens and said, "It's so strange. This is how life begins." My eyes watered up a bit. I knew this was a special moment. His wife is pregnant with twins.

I decided to take the gang home, since it was only two kitties and they would probably get sick in the shelter. One hour later, there was another kitten. No big deal. When I was ready to leave work, I started to pile everyone into the carrier. Lo and behold kitten number four. I cleaned everyone up, got some paperwork for the new guy, and we hit the road. When we got home, I gave mama some wet food and checked on the kids. While she was eating, she popped out kitten NUMBER FIVE! She did not stop eating, while her youngest dangled from her vagina. It was hilarious and I took pictures. After I sutured the last little guys cord, I peeked at mom. She was nursing all of her kitties, was milk treading too, and slowly passing out. It was amazing. It was also the cutest thing I have ever seen in my entire life.

Montecore is very curious about all of this. He is meowing at my door right now. He's going to have to wait a days for that. I also kind of think that mom has ringworm. We'll cross that bridge in a few days. I can't get it. So, I don't care.

If only the rest of my life could be as rewarding and inspiring as my work life. Ho hum. A lot of things are getting really, really old.