Stuff It Down
Oct. 16th, 2017 01:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryWoke up late for work and hungover, but still made it in on time. I was largely surprised at the outpouring of support over Hover. Todd was actually a notable exception, scoffing that I was at all upset over a rat. I am so glad I'm 35 at this point, instead of...almost any age younger really, because I just learned he's a victim and as upsetting as I found that statement, it doesn't deserve the nuclear option.
When I finally got home, I cleaned up Hover's cage. Tim had doubted I'd be able to, since I'd left the wreckage of Mousey's cage for weeks, and said he'd clean it if I hadn't done it in a week. Ultimately, I'm quite capable of these things.
Nick got promoted at work, so invited me to celebratory drinks at Betty's at 6. I almost didn't make it, but one of the Gaymers gave me a keychain for Overwatch, so I stopped by on the way back. It was an hour after the start time and they were already gone. On the plus side, I saw Tiger and got to meet his new pup, Tucker, along with another dog by the name of Martin. Both were rescues from the hurricanes, which is just so amazing and wonderful to me. I kind of wanted to lay down under the table with them, instead of just sitting with them for a while. I saw Clinton on my way out, got him and his friends laughing, then made my way home again.
Ryan posted that he was internally screaming. Haha, but I wanted to make sure he was okay. He was, didn't mean to make me worry, and wants to come over on Thursday for dick and music. Works for me.
Even though I was super tired, I went to sleep a little after 10 and was surprised to get a call from Tim. He knows not to call me, and knows not to call me that late anyway, so I knew it was an emergency. Pupple was obviously in pain, not going for walks, couldn't stand to be picked up, etc. so he was taking him to the vet. Of course that's fine. I pay for extensive insurance every month just for this, and they can call me tomorrow for whatever balance is there. I'm not even middle class, but I'm not so poor that I can't afford to take care of my dog, and that's a great feeling.
When I finally got home, I cleaned up Hover's cage. Tim had doubted I'd be able to, since I'd left the wreckage of Mousey's cage for weeks, and said he'd clean it if I hadn't done it in a week. Ultimately, I'm quite capable of these things.
Nick got promoted at work, so invited me to celebratory drinks at Betty's at 6. I almost didn't make it, but one of the Gaymers gave me a keychain for Overwatch, so I stopped by on the way back. It was an hour after the start time and they were already gone. On the plus side, I saw Tiger and got to meet his new pup, Tucker, along with another dog by the name of Martin. Both were rescues from the hurricanes, which is just so amazing and wonderful to me. I kind of wanted to lay down under the table with them, instead of just sitting with them for a while. I saw Clinton on my way out, got him and his friends laughing, then made my way home again.
Ryan posted that he was internally screaming. Haha, but I wanted to make sure he was okay. He was, didn't mean to make me worry, and wants to come over on Thursday for dick and music. Works for me.
Even though I was super tired, I went to sleep a little after 10 and was surprised to get a call from Tim. He knows not to call me, and knows not to call me that late anyway, so I knew it was an emergency. Pupple was obviously in pain, not going for walks, couldn't stand to be picked up, etc. so he was taking him to the vet. Of course that's fine. I pay for extensive insurance every month just for this, and they can call me tomorrow for whatever balance is there. I'm not even middle class, but I'm not so poor that I can't afford to take care of my dog, and that's a great feeling.
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