.. is that I can feel them crawling on me even though we’re 90% certain they’re not at this one.
I can’t sleep right now for fear of them crawling on me and drinking my blood. I feel every itch, every hair movement. That dark freckle on the side of my knee looks like a bug from up here. So does that black spot in front of the bathroom.
Why did we get a dark purple color for our bed sheets? Are they nesting behind the molding? Will they nest in the new bed frame? When we were sleeping on the rug for three or four days, did we let them build a new home there? Are a million tiny little eggs going to hatch from the rug? The wall? The old pillows? Our electronics that we steam cleaned?
I haven’t seen them. I haven’t seen their poop, or any out of place blood stains. There have been none of the tell-tale bite marks after sleeping. Sarah had one after we went to the other place to get some work done there, but that’s it.
Pinto is just licking the floor, not trying to eat a bug. Sarah doesn’t seem the least bit upset.
It might help if I wasn’t the one sleeping so close to the wall.
I bet it’s really hard to see a tiny, dark red bug on a dark purple mattress cover.
It’s going to be months before I feel safe and comfortable again.
Why do I have a dark freckle on my foot, too?
Well, the bed looks fine save for some cat hair, Sarah, and Pinto who just came over to tell me to go to sleep. I feel a little more comfortable that he checked out my side of the bed then came back to rub me, as if to say that everything is fine. Also, if he saw something, his being a cat wouldn’t let him ignore it.
Kinda wish my cat would do this sort of thing for me. Instead he’s just falling asleep on top of the placeware cabinet I built earlier today.
Though at this point, aren’t the cats ours, not mine and hers? Funny how one’s views on ownership change after becoming engaged.
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I finally beat Penumbra: Overture within the past week or so. Took me long enough, I’ve had the game since last summer, when I got Overture, Black Plague, and Requiem for $5.
Started Black Plague pretty shortly afterwards and it is easily surpassing its predecessor in how engaging it is. The first game starts off kinda slow, you’re in an old mining cave for most of the game and your major enemies are various creatures. There’s a lot of awesome puzzle elements throughout both games, and the atmosphere is amazing, but the game does start relatively slow. It ends on a cliffhanger, though, that ties directly into Black Plague. Because of all the work the first game did in building up the atmosphere and situation, the second is far easier to get into for people continuing from the first.
Though the game does take a wildly different term in what’s going on. There are clues and hints throughout the first game about what’s really going on, but you don’t really get a good idea of it until you get a little bit into the second.
And then shit gets weird.
I’m loving it a lot right now.
Owning a cat is totally different than living with a cat. I merely lived with Orangey, who belonged to Nicole. She was a great cat, I loved her, great personality. A total bitch. A really loving cat who, if you showed her she could trust you, was all over you. It wasn’t out of the ordinary to have her spend the night in my bed, stomach exposed. She was my buddy that summer.
On Janaury 6th (happy birthday, Brian!), Sarah and I adopted our cats. Hers is a small tuxedo named Pinto. He appears to be part oriental based on his face and love of jumping. Duster is my dude, a blue cat with very light tabby markings that appears to be at least part Chartreux based on a wide variety of characteristics (communicates mostly by chirping; when he does meow, it is high-pitched; dainty feet; hair on and near his spine is water-resistant and more wiry than the rest of his hair, eventually becoming almost fleece-like on his underside; green eyes (he has some green, but they’re mostly yellow.. so that’s why we suspect he’s either an undesired Chartreux (only solid green eyes are allowed in competitions) or part Chartreux); kitten like until 3 years of age (usually that behavior dies out around 1 year, he’s about two months beyond that point as just as childlike as ever); full of energy; and many others).
These guys are a part of the family. I’m usually greeted by Pinto when I get home from work and then Duster usually won’t leave me alone once he wakes up. Orangey would rub the hell out of me, very forcefully, but she was… a pet. Nicole’s pet. Duster and Pinto? They just seem like more than that for some reason. It’s weird. It’s really freaking cool, though.
The best part is that they freaking love each other. They’ve been having a few dominance fights lately, which causes Duster to emit this really pitiful sounding cry (we suspect that, because he’s older than Pinto by four months, it’s meant to be intimidating in some way; Pinto just ends up hopping on him), but when those are done they’re grooming each other and playing with each other and having a good time. I’m really glad that Pinto is challenging Duster, now that he’s old enough to understand dominance. Duster used to push him around and sit on him and Pinto usually just let him. Pinto is small, fast, and muscular. Duster is bigger, still pretty fast, and not as muscular. Duster doesn’t have a hope of winning until he begins to use his weight, but that might take a bit more intelligence… Chartreuxs are supposed to be pretty intelligent, but Duster? Sometimes we question him… I think he might have some form of ADHD, the way he’ll sit there and “watch” nothing, then run around and get distract by… nothing.. and just play with… nothing… It’s cute as all get out. Both of them are.
Man, if I’ve already written about these guys I’m going to feel like such a dick.
Work flew by today. I don’t get it.
My Chicago Card Plus finally came in today. Put the wrong zipcode on the mailing address, so that delayed it nearly a week beyond Sarah’s. I can’t wait to use it.
Semester’s over, got an apartment with Sarah and our cats (Pinto and Duster).
Working at Law Bulletin again. Same place I was at two years ago. Let’s just hope that nothing else from two years ago comes back…
I think things are getting a lot better, all around. I’m somehow managing to keep my apartment AND put food in my belly! Granted, my main diet has consisted of peanut butter and sometimes jelly sandwiches, tuna salad sandwiches, and ramen (with ingredients, like peas and carrots and potatos and cheap sausages/hot dogs; so I’m still getting important stuffs and not wasting away on terrible food), but I figure a budget of $40-$50 a month for food for a poor college kid is NOT a bad deal.
Sold the Lumina. Somehow we got $1500 for it instead of like $200. That’s how I’m gonna survive the rest of the summer, and then excess money from student loans plus work study should help me out quite well each semester.
Why things are getting better, I think:
I apologize that this summer isn’t nearly as post-heavy as last summer. I believe there are reasons for that, though (mostly lack of generally interesting stuff to talk about that hasn’t been outlined above and lack of boredom at work. Boredom at home leads to me dicking around on the web. Boredom at work led to me writing because I couldn’t dick around on the web. Well, led to. Since I don’t have work this summer.). I think it’s also due to a lack of.. doing things. If I’m in a doing things mood I tend to think about updating the site more often.
Things with Sarah are going pretty damn well, I’d say. We had a couple of misunderstandings or little fight-type things near the beginning of the summer, but definitely nothing too serious. I’m more excited for her to come back than I am for the ferrets to come with her, than I am for everyone else to get back in the city, than I am for James to move out, than I am for.. a lot of things. I try not to let my mind think about.. much beyond the next couple of days, but sometimes it’s hard (nothing more than like.. a season or two… I’m having thoughts of us just cuddling up on the couch under a blanket drinking hot drinks and just hanging out in the winter, for example.. perhaps after ice skating or something (I can’t ice skate, by the way, Sarah.. It could make for hilarious times)). It’s a mental defense I’ve set up thanks to previous relationship failures. And, really, why think too much about the future? Obviously one has to have goals and stuff for school, work, general life things; but one does not live in the future, one lives in the present, they’re living NOW. I try to focus on what’s going on now and make the most of it. No point in worrying about the future or lamenting the past (as much as things tend to pop up and try to distract you, it’s just something one has to deal with).
It’s been really nice to get out of my apartment for hours at a time last week and this. I am going to be kind of sad when the kids leave and I really won’t have a need to leave my apartment…
Anyway, four fourty-eight is kind of a late time to finish up a post and go to bed.. My sleep schedule was good for like.. a total of two weeks this summer.. not even consecutive weeks at that…
I dunno, ever since the car sold I’ve just felt really good about things. That lifted a huge burdon from my mind and now I’m looking around realizing that I have quite a few good things going on. I am immensely happy I asked her out. It almost didn’t happen, but I forced myself to NOT think about it and just see what would happen. It was a twofold decision, really… On the one hand, it was kind of like an experiment.. in that whole “can I actually get a date with someone that I barely know? (as opposed to having been a friend for some time)” way, and on the other it was a necessary step forward, to move on. It seems like kind of a weird way to look at it, but that’s how I’ve rationalized it out in the time since. And I’ve had a lot of time to think about it (four months worth, to be almost exact :razz: ).
Gah, five oh-six. I really need to get to bed.
…I mean it.
OK, so, I got X working on feldspar. Compiz, for some reason, refuses to run and instead locks the whole computer. OK, well, Compiz + XFCE is a bit heavy for this computer anyway.. so I decided to finally give OpenBox a shot. It’s really fast, everything is up in no time and it’s amazingly customizable. I haven’t even started playing around with the scripts that other people have written yet. I think I’m gonna forgo Compiz + XFCE for OpenBox on Ophiuchus when he gets here.
I got the deal with newegg sorted out, newegg was still looking for my old card, but I had put in the details for my new card (the old one expires at the end of this month). He should be here tomorrow (Thursday) or Friday.
There are two cats here now. Black one is Uhura, the Orange one is Zoey. They hate each other. Orangey likes to rub up against everything in site, including me. She’ll rub her body along my legs while I’m cooking or washing the dishes, which is not the ideal time for such an activity. It’s really funny the way she leans her body when she does it, though. Also, she sheds like crazy. These two activities may or may not be related.
I just burned myself trying to light this candle with a standard bic lighter… ugh. Ow ow ow. I hope this doesn’t blister.
I was gonna write more but the cat and customizing OpenBox has distracted me so much I forgot what else I was gonna say.