this couldn't have been a better weekend to get an extra day. i'm nearly well, scout is getting better and i finally feel like i have some time to myself withough being miserable sick. i had a nice time with my mom today shopping and catching 'angels and demons' at the northpark amc. now i'm throwing back a few julius echters and rocking out to yaz on vinyl. it seems every few months i like to open my windows, light some candles, have a few drinks and have my own little yaz karaoke night. it's one of those few odd things i like to do like dancing in my underwear with britney in my headphones or spending an hour botching some fancy recipe i found on the food network website.
so tonight is one of those nights. i started having a mild financial based panic attack and this seemed the best solution. it worked out pretty well. debt who? so, weekend update: scout got really ill this weekend. i took her to the vet saturday morning where i discovered she had a fever of 104. poor thing. the vet thinks it's a severe kidney infection and i get to torture her twice a day now by shoving pills down her throat and squirting syringes of pink stuff in her mouth twice a day. needless to say she's not a happy kitty. she began to eat last night though not very much. in the midst of all the unpleasantness i've also changed her to wet food which she seems suspicious of so far.
i've become obsessed with buying a house lately and it seems pretty impossible in the next two years. i'm such a nester. i want to install hardwoods and put up birch tree wallpaper so bad i dream about it a few times a week. it's an urge that's been growing stronger by the month. that biological clock i've heard so much about is kicking in i suppose. so i visited a few financial calculators to see what my options are right now and they are quite dismal. well, dismal until i realized i'm quite happy in the place i already live and with the life i currently have. i just feel like it won't be acceptable in 2 years, or 3. but oh well. i can just not have the life my mom wants me to. my dad always said "if you're happy living in a cardboard box then i'm happy for you." this sounds nice and all but i wonder how much of that is true.
meh. i'm in a good mood and i'm not going to spoil it for myself. my favorite person gets off work soon and i can't wait for him to get here in august. i count the days.
