We’re having a Nor’easter.

It’s bloody freezing and raining and yech. I don’t particularly like today.

And Rosa Parks died. She was 92.

Lovely day. Eh.

When I turn in a project, and everyone says it’s done.

Then I get 10 emails two days later telling me why it’s not done and “can you get that done now?”

Damn, damn, damn.

ARGH.

And it’s freaking cold too.

My parents are leaving in a few hours. Apparently we’re doing a marathon-stay-up-until-we-leave deal… they have to be at the airport at 430AM. Ugh. So we’re watching reruns of Law and Order, lol.

It was really fun to have them here. Once we got over the initial stress of going to PA and dealing with all the shit that entails, we really had a good time. 🙂

My house is very, very clean—thanks to my mom and a new vacuum. 😛 And my dad fixed my shower door, installed new curtains, put in my new showerhead, installed all the screens in my windows and put together all of my new tools.

I’m very sad they’re leaving so soon—they’re debating coming back for Thanksgiving or Christmas, though…

I forgot to mention this yesterday, what in all the excitement of my parents ripping apart my apartment, etc., but my trashcan was missing again on Monday evening.

WTF people. Seriously.

It wasn’t my landlord and it was left on my porch yesterday afternoon, dirty, once again, with some sort of mud.

My dad would like to stay another week and have a stakeout, complete with weapons, motion detectors and pizza.

Alas, he cannot, as they leave on Saturday.

So he’s doing something else to it. I have no idea what, but he’s “formulating a plan of attack.” :::eyes rolling:::

“You need a man. Make sure when you find one, he likes to clean.”

Said in response to my, “Mom, the door locks just fine. I don’t live in NYC and I don’t need six locks.”

Sweet, I know.

Never, ever, ever think you can work at home when your parents are visiting.

Mother of god.

I am in my guestroom/office, holed up with both my cats (as they don’t like anyone but me), desperately attempting to work.

I kept getting interrupted with questions, etc., so I finally made it perfectly clear that I need to work uninterrupted.

They are in my kitchen, all of ten feet from me (the doors are shut), having decided to REARRANGE my kitchen furniture… because they think it will be better.

I liked my kitchen.

They are now talking to each other re: a) I haven’t cleaned my vacuum cleaner in ages (according to my mom), and I must have an entire cat in there, and b) arguing about where the best place is to put my microwave.

Kill me.

I am exhausted.

I drove almost 500 miles today. I’ve been up since 7 and it’s almost midnight. I want to go to bed.

My dad slept most of the way and when we got back into town, around 9PM, he wanted to stop at Home Depot. An hour later we were home. Now he has taken apart my shower door. I asked him not to, I want to shower and go to bed. Did I mention I have to work in the morning?

No, no, he said. It won’t take long and it needs to get done.

Kill me. Please. Someone.

My dad is driving me batshit.

Mom and I are ready to leave him with the neighbors.

Hi. I am a cat owner and I suck and they should be taken away from me.

See, here’s the thing…

I thought I would give them a bath before my parents came to visit and my dad switched the shower head (right now it detaches). Seems logical, yes? Well… kinda. It’s a small shower and they really aren’t keen on the whole bathing thing.

But Izzie got done, no problem. A little crying on her part, but as long as I was talking or singing to her (I am weird, my cats are weird, deal with it), then she was fine.

Then came Ellie. She’s the smaller of the two, the one who only wants attention occasionally and really only to play fetch. She cried a lot. And she squirmed.

When we were almost done, she was thrashing about and caught one of her back foot’s claws in the drain. She struggled and something ripped and then there was a little bleeding.

I am the worst person in the world, aren’t I?

I have NO IDEA what to do and I wonder… should I take her to a vet? She’s walking OK, and there wasn’t much blood and I seriously feel like the most heinous human on the planet right now.

Somebody tell me what to do.

Should I wait for my dad (Thursday night) or should I take her to a vet?

I’ve had the craziest dreams all weekend. The kind where you wake up and remember every single detail with crystal clear clarity. The kind where the rest of your day is colored by the disturbing events that occurred while you were sleeping.

I hate that.

In the first, there was some sort of massive explosion that changed the face of the world (I said they were crazy). Many survived, but we were living in a ghost-like city, and those in charge were doing a piss-poor job. I went off on my own with someone—not entirely clear who—and then we were getting flashlights from off the street—under several feet of water. At some point my cats were in this dream… they were staying at a hotel that I had been staying at before the explosion. After it, I went back for them (they were fine… hi, they are my cats… very resourceful. 😉 )

In the second, it was Christmas and I had forgotten to get the presents for my family. It was two days before Christmas, then Christmas Eve and I was in a dead panic. (Which is very odd, because I’m the person who has all the Christmas presents purchased before Thanksgiving, normally.)

And now that I’m typing this, I have forgotten the third… last night’s. But it was just as disturbing.

Alright, so here’s the thing… is this because I’m completely off the cigarettes? Four days now and not a one. Is it because I have a new mattress? Or is it because my parents are coming and I am stressed? I don’t know.

But it’s weird.

And I don’t like it.

I am tired.

I am cranky.

I abhor PCs.

I despise working late.

And I want a damn cookie.