We just filled out a form to see about adopting a dog from a local rescue. I don’t want to jinx it and so will be more rather than less vague, but she’s adorable and is being fostered with (and getting along with) cats, and looks like a perfect fit for us. The only drawback is, we’d rather actually get her in March, when we’re back in the house, since the apartment is teeny. I don’t know if the rescue group will be willing to hold her until then, but cross your fingers for us, okay?
P.s. She has the softest-looking, velvety ears, that are perfectly kronschable. (If you read Cute Overload, you know what I mean.) I didn’t put this on the form, but I’m pretty sure that if we get her, I will be spending a good part of my evenings nomming her ears. Not that that’s a bad thing.
Happy New Year.
I’m basically just here to bitch real quick. I had less than two drinks last night, and I have a hangover. Greg thinks, and I think he’s right, that I just can’t handle liquor at all any more (I think it’s something to do with my anxiety med). Boo.
Second, I went to Pepper’s on the 30th with Greg and some friends from out of town, and was feeling extra nice and left a $3.50 tip on a $9.50 bill, so the total was $13, right? Well, one charge has already cleared for $13, and a second one is waiting to clear for $9.50. Looks like the waitress fucked up when she tried to add my tip at the end of the night. And I’m not rich enough, and the service was good but not ridiculously outstanding enough, for me to leave a $13 tip on a $9.50 bill, so that second $9.50 has to be taken care of. Only neither Pepper’s nor the bank is answering their phone right now. I’m pretty sure the bank is closed today, but I think Pepper’s should be open. Grr. Also, it is really annoying when their phone rings like four times in a row, and then it sounds like an answering machine is picking up, only the recording says, “I’m sorry. You cannot leave a message.” and then hangs up on you.
More bitching and more non-bitching, actual good stuff later. I’ve got to go try to shit my guts out and then go back to bed. Still got a headache, but thank god the nausea’s gone away. Everything else I can handle. So far, anyway. But I’m just indignant that I had one chambord and sour (pretty fucking weak girly drink, but delicious), and then maybe – MAYBE, but probably a little less – three-fifths of a vodka and ginger ale last night, and I have a fucking hangover. What the fuck, Celexa? Thanks alot. (I would say “thanks for nothing” but I’m pretty sure the Celexa *is* actually helping my anxiety. Not being able to drink liquor kind of pales as a complaint in comparison to be less crazy neurotic than I would be otherwise.)
