I'm on the run, no time to sleep

[quidditchgrrl]

Bernie's tumor was cancerous.  We're going to the veterinary oncologist next Tuesday for x-rays, scans, etc. to see if the cancer has metastasized.  The vet was fairly confident that she got all of the lingual tumor.  We won't do anything drastic, but we're waiting on options.

My sister and I are back in the stage of saying, "everything is okay, no one is dead," when one of us calls the other.  That blows, big time.

I'm still fighting with some facility changes at the Lodge, and all the other crap is making me even more bitchy than usual.  I try to avoid the phrase, "that is unacceptable," but it came out of my mouth no less than three times today.  Happy-go-lucky, I am not, and people betta recognize.



Oh, and I'm ovulating and horribly, uh, you know, with no relief to be had.  The least of my worries, but the most persistent at the moment.  Alcohol will make the other stuff fade into the background, but only amplifies horniness.  A good smutty book?  I has one.

You know it's bad when you're staring and you make eye contact and you don't even CARE that you look like a desperate pervert.  (Luckily my gay school friend works with said staree and will be able to explain the creepy stalker-chick giving him the eye today.)

I think I'm going to go and channel Jason Statham's strip scene in the last Transporter movie and try to get some shut-eye.