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thepnutgalleryI am getting better faster than I thought I would, given my state of mind on Saturday. And some part of me is happy with myself for putting my foot down on my emotions and doing what needs to be done, and part of me feels like that's a cop out. Obviously, if you don't *actually* grow 50 feet tall, destroy buildings and drown a city (or two, why think small?) in blood and tears, your emotion isn't real/enough. Leslie Rose, who is an amazing, badass lawyer/hippie who is an extra at the end of the movie Hair, talked to me about Mousey today. Apparently almost exactly the same thing happened to her - she had a pet mouse, left the back door open, found the cage knocked over and empty in the morning. Tim texted me; he'd stopped by with Pupple, and cleaned the place up, including putting Mousey's things in order.
I emailed Wee Companions. Their website makes them sound fairly intimidating. They reserve the right to refuse service, might need a home inspection, etc. I told them the story of Mousey, mentioned a couple animals on the site I thought might be appropriate, and what my current facilities were, but that I was open to suggestions on both alternate animals and new facilities. The person who owns the place got right back to me. She's got 5 young male mice in need of a home right now, and could I come by tomorrow instead of Saturday. She's a saint, in other words. I think I'm only getting one of them, because apparently even brothers will sometimes kill each other. Understandable.
I didn't really have any plans for the night after the gym, so I started watching a show called Happyish, mostly because it has Kathryn Hahn. It's okay. Trying to be social commentary, and edgy, and funny. It'd be better without the social commentary, but probably would never have gotten the greenlight without it.
Julian finally texted me - he's planning on moving back to Arkansas. But he's not happy about it, and spent the next couple hours being Julian, the tornado of anger and need. And a complete disregard for facts. I put my phone down about an hour in. I didn't tell him about Mousey. He might have been great, dropped his tantrum, maybe even had some grief of his own. Or he might have been Julian, and said a bunch of horrible things he didn't mean and I don't think I'd ever get past it.
I emailed Wee Companions. Their website makes them sound fairly intimidating. They reserve the right to refuse service, might need a home inspection, etc. I told them the story of Mousey, mentioned a couple animals on the site I thought might be appropriate, and what my current facilities were, but that I was open to suggestions on both alternate animals and new facilities. The person who owns the place got right back to me. She's got 5 young male mice in need of a home right now, and could I come by tomorrow instead of Saturday. She's a saint, in other words. I think I'm only getting one of them, because apparently even brothers will sometimes kill each other. Understandable.
I didn't really have any plans for the night after the gym, so I started watching a show called Happyish, mostly because it has Kathryn Hahn. It's okay. Trying to be social commentary, and edgy, and funny. It'd be better without the social commentary, but probably would never have gotten the greenlight without it.
Julian finally texted me - he's planning on moving back to Arkansas. But he's not happy about it, and spent the next couple hours being Julian, the tornado of anger and need. And a complete disregard for facts. I put my phone down about an hour in. I didn't tell him about Mousey. He might have been great, dropped his tantrum, maybe even had some grief of his own. Or he might have been Julian, and said a bunch of horrible things he didn't mean and I don't think I'd ever get past it.
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