Jesus, mac! Don't...just, don't.

Suzi, what Jesse said. And I do feel your pain. I've been there. My thousand dollars of dental work have been there.

So one of my neighbors mentioned rats like to nest in unused garages. Which really means I need to check mine. I really don't wanna. Gonna have to wait for daylight, though.

Today was sorta shitty here. Basically nothing worked and we discovered something else was wrong and we don't know the full implications of it. Blearg. And it's going to bleed into tomorrow.

But Loki is lying on his side next to the water dish and messing with it. And he just sloshed himself and shot across the kitchen into the wall. HAH.

Oh! Speaking of rodents, I read this today:

I wish I had known not everyone thinks mice are as cute as I do.

I grew up an animal-loving peacenik, be it rat, cat, dog, frog, or snake. So when one afternoon, shortly into my first semester, a tiny brown mouse poked his dark button nose into my dorm room, I smiled. My roommate shrieked.

College was the first time that my life was bereft of creatures great and small. In my mind, it lent a certain warmth to the place knowing that in the cold, cement confines of a high-rise dormitory an adorably furry mouse was scampering about.

I left cookies on the carpet for him every morning for a week, delighting to find on my return from class that only crumbs remained. I didn't see anything wrong with my charity, and I figured as long as our food was out of the little guy's reach, what was the harm?

Not surprisingly, my roommate didn't share my adoration for sweet-faced rodents. At the behest of her disgusted mother, maintenance men placed two snap traps in our room. When I discovered the traps one evening, I threw them away.

After a night of squabbling, my roommate and I struck a compromise: We bought a humane, no-kill trap.

By then, the mouse was gone, leaving the cookies untouched. But my roommate and I became better friends for it.

Like me, you'll learn the important art of finding middle ground with your roommate. Because the things you consider normal may not be for others.

It's too hot to do anything.

I'm having a gin and tonic and putting on some Frank Sinatra.

we are going to see his therapist tomorrow morning. mom and dad are freaked the fuck out. I am too, but it is over now so I am done with it. He's safe, he's also confused and uncommunicative.

Yikes! msbelle! I hope he grows out of this!

Oh, msbelle. I'm so glad he's home safe.

Brackets all around, people. It's been a day, huh?

Suzi, that's totally the ripping the bandaid off approach to dental work. Ugh on the financials.

It's 100 degrees where I am.

?? Okay, I work kinda near the coast, but seriously. It was fogged over until 10 and just plain chilly most of the day. I'm home and just about to get under a blanket.

eta: msbelle, I hope he calms down quickly.

Aw, msbelle. Glad you are seeing the therapist first thing. I hope your parents line up a session for just them too.

ack, msbelle, so glad he's home safe, but GAH! jeez.

aw, poor folks. Moving is hard; I hope everyone gets some good support tomorrow.