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Aug. 2nd, 2008 12:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
urbandruidState of the virus: Sorted. Little fucker's gone, good riddance. Now I'm paranoid about other stuff getting in, but hey, whatever, you know? Gone! /State of the virus
The ants are trying to make a comeback, in totally weird places as usual. We found 'em in the kitchen, which, okay, I can understand, but the other place was Mom's closet. Not even the dirty clothes hamper or anything, just meandering around some random boxes.
Our ants are on crack. But that's okay, 'cause they're also toast. We're going another round with the outdoor bug spray this weekend, and any hills we find get a bottle of ammonia dumped on them. Ants, it turns out, do not like ammonia. It's kinda like salting the earth, too, because we've never had them come back in the same spots.
Note to self: Need to go to the 99 cent store and get some more bottles of ammonia. (We have a little left, but we also use it to clean up the indoor bug spray so Sam doesn't get into it. She seems to leave the ammonia alone, but we worry about the bug spray.)
I have- eek! -two weeks left of vacation, and I'm not ready to go back to school. I was, or close to it, but I feel sort of gypped on the last two or so weeks, courtesy of the virus. Far as I'm concerned, the only good thing about school starting is that maybe in another month, month and a half, it'll start cooling down a bit.
Right now it couldn't be winter soon enough. It's not as bad as it's been- but understand when I say that, I mean "it's not as bad as the week it was 109 to 112 all fucking week." So it's all relative.
Speaking of which, my grandparents have been out of town for the last week and a half or so. They're back on Monday. We're kind of not 100% looking forward to this. I mean, I love my relatives, but sometimes they can be a little... smothering. I'm thinking the next time we end up over there, I'll offer to go check out their internet security. I think they have broadband now, and that kinda scares me. An ounce of prevention might save me from having to play "search & destroy the virus."
Somewhat randomly, to all the cat people out there, I could use some advice. Sam hates having her claws cut, to the point where if I try to get more than one (sometimes even one, if she's in a bad enough mood) she'll swipe at me or try to bite. We're pretty sure that someone used to cut her claws way too short, and it kind of traumatized her- but I've got to cut the damn things. She likes to knead things- blankets, pillows, her humans- and those things are damn sharp.
Naturally her front claws are the ones I'd really like to get, but with them being, you know, by her head, I don't like to push it too far. I don't like getting bitten. Oh yeah, and the paw with the really sharp claws, she's hiding from us. She'll lay down and curl that paw up under her so that you can't even see it.
Clever little shit. I swear if she wasn't so cute, she'd be dead by now, but so what else is new?
I had some other stuff I was going to mention, but I can't think what it is right now. Too tired.
edited to add: I remembered one thing- I'm, um, pretty sure I passed a little kidney stone last week. Kidneys had been bugging me a bit, to the point where about midweek last week I said if I wasn't better by Monday (this past Monday, this would be) I'd have to call my doctor. I've got a pretty high pain tolerance, and was fairly miserable for other reasons that week anyway. And I kept getting really nauseated even though I was making sure to eat before I took any Advil or any of my other pills.
...Yeah. I kind of did a facepalm last weekend and went, "...Oh. Yeah."
In my defense I have to say that I was pretty distracted by the virus... but I still feel like an idiot. Definitely need to keep a better eye on my kidneys than that, especally with it still being summer in the city.
The ants are trying to make a comeback, in totally weird places as usual. We found 'em in the kitchen, which, okay, I can understand, but the other place was Mom's closet. Not even the dirty clothes hamper or anything, just meandering around some random boxes.
Our ants are on crack. But that's okay, 'cause they're also toast. We're going another round with the outdoor bug spray this weekend, and any hills we find get a bottle of ammonia dumped on them. Ants, it turns out, do not like ammonia. It's kinda like salting the earth, too, because we've never had them come back in the same spots.
Note to self: Need to go to the 99 cent store and get some more bottles of ammonia. (We have a little left, but we also use it to clean up the indoor bug spray so Sam doesn't get into it. She seems to leave the ammonia alone, but we worry about the bug spray.)
I have- eek! -two weeks left of vacation, and I'm not ready to go back to school. I was, or close to it, but I feel sort of gypped on the last two or so weeks, courtesy of the virus. Far as I'm concerned, the only good thing about school starting is that maybe in another month, month and a half, it'll start cooling down a bit.
Right now it couldn't be winter soon enough. It's not as bad as it's been- but understand when I say that, I mean "it's not as bad as the week it was 109 to 112 all fucking week." So it's all relative.
Speaking of which, my grandparents have been out of town for the last week and a half or so. They're back on Monday. We're kind of not 100% looking forward to this. I mean, I love my relatives, but sometimes they can be a little... smothering. I'm thinking the next time we end up over there, I'll offer to go check out their internet security. I think they have broadband now, and that kinda scares me. An ounce of prevention might save me from having to play "search & destroy the virus."
Somewhat randomly, to all the cat people out there, I could use some advice. Sam hates having her claws cut, to the point where if I try to get more than one (sometimes even one, if she's in a bad enough mood) she'll swipe at me or try to bite. We're pretty sure that someone used to cut her claws way too short, and it kind of traumatized her- but I've got to cut the damn things. She likes to knead things- blankets, pillows, her humans- and those things are damn sharp.
Naturally her front claws are the ones I'd really like to get, but with them being, you know, by her head, I don't like to push it too far. I don't like getting bitten. Oh yeah, and the paw with the really sharp claws, she's hiding from us. She'll lay down and curl that paw up under her so that you can't even see it.
Clever little shit. I swear if she wasn't so cute, she'd be dead by now, but so what else is new?
I had some other stuff I was going to mention, but I can't think what it is right now. Too tired.
edited to add: I remembered one thing- I'm, um, pretty sure I passed a little kidney stone last week. Kidneys had been bugging me a bit, to the point where about midweek last week I said if I wasn't better by Monday (this past Monday, this would be) I'd have to call my doctor. I've got a pretty high pain tolerance, and was fairly miserable for other reasons that week anyway. And I kept getting really nauseated even though I was making sure to eat before I took any Advil or any of my other pills.
...Yeah. I kind of did a facepalm last weekend and went, "...Oh. Yeah."
In my defense I have to say that I was pretty distracted by the virus... but I still feel like an idiot. Definitely need to keep a better eye on my kidneys than that, especally with it still being summer in the city.
