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cimoreneit's another nutter butter peanut butter sandw dead rodent in the driveway. thanks, marmalade kitty, you're a real pal. when cherrie was here she said it (the other one) was a rat. i haven't looked at it too closely. it's gray, it's got flies, that's good enough for me.
this is me a few minutes ago: whoa, i wonder where something i could use to clean the floor is! ::frown:: (five seconds later i spot a mop in a bucket of water leaning in the kitchen doorway where it has no doubt been since friday.)
(five minutes later) whoa, i wonder where something i could use to sweep the floor is! (five seconds later i spot the broom leaning on the opposite side of the same doorway.)
last night my face was itching like mad and so i scrubbed at it with the hem of my t-shirt furiously, and i scrubbed the skin right off on one side of my nose. it was red and damp and i (not unnaturally) thought it was going to bleed, actually, and when i put antibiotic ointment on it it stung. it didn't bleed, though; this morning the antibiotic ointment's sort of dried over it into this bizarre clear yellowish thingy that makes me want to prod it in horrified fascination but i can't of course, because it still hurts every time i yawn or wrinkle my nose.
oh well. lesson learned? (this reminds me of the time when i was in third grade and tried to scrub dry skin off my lips with sandpaper.)
edit: perry must be anxious. he's curled up right underneath my chair with his head under my foot.
this is me a few minutes ago: whoa, i wonder where something i could use to clean the floor is! ::frown:: (five seconds later i spot a mop in a bucket of water leaning in the kitchen doorway where it has no doubt been since friday.)
(five minutes later) whoa, i wonder where something i could use to sweep the floor is! (five seconds later i spot the broom leaning on the opposite side of the same doorway.)
last night my face was itching like mad and so i scrubbed at it with the hem of my t-shirt furiously, and i scrubbed the skin right off on one side of my nose. it was red and damp and i (not unnaturally) thought it was going to bleed, actually, and when i put antibiotic ointment on it it stung. it didn't bleed, though; this morning the antibiotic ointment's sort of dried over it into this bizarre clear yellowish thingy that makes me want to prod it in horrified fascination but i can't of course, because it still hurts every time i yawn or wrinkle my nose.
oh well. lesson learned? (this reminds me of the time when i was in third grade and tried to scrub dry skin off my lips with sandpaper.)
edit: perry must be anxious. he's curled up right underneath my chair with his head under my foot.
