Category: 2008

Ugh. Aunt Flo has finally arrived (after 7 wks) and I feel like little bitty rat turds. Natch.

Still no Bernie. I keep having dreams that she returns. I hope to gods they are prophetic…

Tired, cranky, sad, and pretty much over it – that’s me. Bleh.

We got our heads out of our asses about Bernadette long enough yesterday to go out and be amongst friends. Taylor, Jeff and Stormy met us at Twains around 7:30 and we had some food while waiting for it to get dark for fireworks. Yay for big booms and sparkles!

After the lovely fireworks show, we went over to Storm’s and hung out with her, the dogs, the ferrets and -SQUEEEEE- the hedgehogs! I got to see the babies!! Her roommate came home, so we chatted with him and Jim eventually came home after a long sucky night trying to run a downtown restaurant chock full of Pride and holiday tourists with FOUR fucking waitrons. FOUR. There were eight scheduled, but only four showed up. Jim’s a manager but he got to wait tables all night as well as deal with asshole customers who could not see how frelled the restaurant was. Nice. If it were my store, there’d be four fewer servers on the next schedule.

We had some fun and forgot about Bernie for a little while. Nick (who is keeper of all photos and videos) will certainly have fireworks stuff up soon.

Distraction never lasts for long, but it keeps you sane.

Thanks again to everyone who is helping stir up the ethers to find Bernie. ::hugs:: I dreamed last night that she came home and was covered in pine sap and stuff, but when I grabbed her up and hugged her, while I was crying hysterically, she purred and didn’t squirm at all.

I hope that comes true.

All this emotional stuff with Bernie has worn me to the bone. My eyes are fucked up again. Every day I wake up with swollen red eyes. Nice. Today, I can barely see they are so blurry and icky. They’ll clear up after the drops kick in and I’ve been awake for a while. I hope.

My insomnia is back. I keep waking up at 2am or not being able to get to sleep until 1-2am. For two nights straight I’ve had to take every sleep aid I have to get to sleep. Which is why I’m groggy and out of it this morning.

Wah, wah, some people have real problems, I am just tired and overly sensitive to my little irritants right now. Bernie is not a small problem, but she’s a problem I can do absolutely nothing about, so I’m trying to let it go. All my other physical ailments are small compared to what many have to put up with. I’m trying to Dr Phil myself, but even that’s not working. Nick’s also tried Dr Phil on me with the same result.

You know I’m in the doldrums when Dr Phil can’t motivate me. Bleh.

The “psychic” sent me an email about where Bernie could be, but it was basically gibberish. She is so squirrelly that she “forgot” that this was about a cat… after she did the reading, mind  you.  She says, “Bernadette? It seems to have fallen out of my brain. I forgot what this is about.” Then she wrote back: “The part that I didn’t get for some reason was her name and age. I did the chart based on the picture & the fact that she is your missing cat.” Then she blathered on about doing some other kind of reading and I’ve not heard back since. Which is precisely why I don’t like putting any sort of faith in these squirrelly assed people. When you are desperate for information, don’t expect someone who’s too squirrelly to hold a regular job to help you out. It’s maddening.

I’m having a day and it’s 10:30. Great.