I should pick up / call in a day or two.

Things have been... preoccupying, to say the least.

The house seems to want to die. Since my mother has become more of a procrastinator than I am nowadays - bloody, the fact that I can say that with a strange face is amusing - I've been juggling with keeping it in working order. One of the sets of electrical wires connected to the fuse box died, so that needed replacing. Our sink started vomiting red shit, so that needed fixing. A variety of... interesting things happened, resulting in the need to get all of the locks replaced on the house, so there's also that.

Beyond that is the usual juggle of pretending to have some visage of a social life, dealing with the fact that John and his new girlfriend don't seem to want to stay away for more than a day, and keeping up a notion that I wasn't actually in a mood where I wanted to tell them all to go blow an elephant.

Our last living family cat, Pepper, was put to sleep. Mother took it pretty hard, where as I... took it worse, just in a more discrete manner.

It wasn't so much the death of the cat itself that bothered me. The poor thing had cancer, and I was at the point where I felt she should have been let go of a week earlier. The last week was torture for her. No, it was more that the death of anything tends to remind me of... well, the usual, I suppose.

Kyle used to have this fake plastic pistol that could be loaded with these small red caps that were essentially noise makers, making a loud bang whenever a "shot" was fired. I still remembering him harassing Pepper with that thing, chasing her all over the house and cackling like a mentally deranged goblin from the cheesiest movie you could possibly imagine.

Michael also fed her "jalapeno" milk once. Poor thing, though I thought it was amusing that she trusted it to begin with - she was never fed milk before. I've since tried recreating that recipe, and while I can, it's quite thoroughly revolting. A shame, because it doesn't sound like it'd be that bad at all. Then again, there's a hell of a lot more than jalapeno juice in it.

In a way, I guess I feel bad about the fact that Pepper's death bothers me less because she died, and more because I've, in a sense, lost another genuine, living momentum to the idiots I still adore more than most. I have a big "letting go" problem, but god damn it, losing that connection hurts.

On the flip side, my mother couldn't handle not having a cat in the house, so Pepper's spot has been replaced by Lily, a fairly large Bobtail. I quite like her, really. The fact that she's big enough to stun a full sized German Shepard when she bitch slaps the dog across the nose makes her immensely amusing.

I was a little too disoriented to want to pick up the phone, to be blunt - something I'm sadly sure you're used to at this point. I've been in a prefectly decent mood to call since Friday morning - it being Saturday morning now, that's not that much time, but still - but couldn't pick up the phone due to dealing with all of the other messes. >>;

Yeah. I've spent most of this week keeping messes from being more of a problem than they already are, keeping the house intact, dealing with me being emo, and other such.

I hope this week wasn't too eventful for you. Things tend not to go well for you when things are eventful.

Also: I couldn't find out where the original sound clip for this came from, but someone from college sent me this video. The fact that this very, very pointless line amused me as much as it did was more or less the "Okay, yeah, I'm better" moment for me. Woot. Stupid things amuse me.