anthy and misanthropy
Nov. 27th, 2002 11:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbminxNot a terribly long day, but it has felt like one.
I woke up kind of late today (noon) after falling asleep last night with the light on and having a lot of vivid, distressing dreams. The air quality is still terrible around here. I've been sneezing and nauseous on and off, severity depending on how much time I've spent exposed to outdoor air. i don't like being so sensitive to this environmental stuff, or to other stuff. About 9 years ago I was at school and caught my hand in a door and my class ring (this was my senior year of high school) cut up into the side of my finger, and I had to have a tetanus shot. Well, my cut didn't make me ill, but the shot did! My arm swelled up into a hard lump as if someone had put half a hard-boiled egg on it, and I felt like I had the flu for a week.
My issues of Rebecca (18, 19, and 23) finally arrived. The dog sweater book I ordered did not. I also went to the bookstore and sat handcopying a pattern from Knitting For Dummies that is somewhat similar (gauge etc) to a pattern I'm trying to design.
I was soon joined by Two Dumb Women, who were shouting across the space between them (incl my table) over a drink order, talking about how the first Harry Potter book was "too hard" and it was easier to just watch the movie, how Anne Rice books are so so good, especially "viotro" (that's Vittorio to you and me, snob). One of them got a gingerbread latte, hated it, asked for something else, and then yammered on humorously FOR FIVE MINUTES (while the other drink was being made) about how painfully awful it was, as I sat there trying to drink my own gingerbread latte, which I liked and thought was quite tasty. None of this would have bothered me if it hadn't been so goddamned loud while I was trying to accomplish something. Meh.
Also, went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond looking for a xmas present for one of my myriad cousins - a little olive oil bottle with matching bread dipping plates, but they didn't have the one from the circular, replacing it with one only vaguely similar in design. We bought it anyway, but the momster isn't sure it's what she wants to give. Blah blah blah dithercakes. I bought one of those triangular thingies that are made to stack hangers on, because I'm always tripping on my hangers....
My dog is very freakin' strong. Choke training collars don't faze her. We'd never get the spikey kind, those are just mean.
Finally watched the Black Rose episodes of Utena. Creeeeeee-py... nice that they are now actually pronouncing Utena's last name correctly, though. More! Episodes! Soon! Please!
Anyway, I'm winding down for the night. Ciao.
(that's pronounced "soo", if you were wondering. ha ha.)
I woke up kind of late today (noon) after falling asleep last night with the light on and having a lot of vivid, distressing dreams. The air quality is still terrible around here. I've been sneezing and nauseous on and off, severity depending on how much time I've spent exposed to outdoor air. i don't like being so sensitive to this environmental stuff, or to other stuff. About 9 years ago I was at school and caught my hand in a door and my class ring (this was my senior year of high school) cut up into the side of my finger, and I had to have a tetanus shot. Well, my cut didn't make me ill, but the shot did! My arm swelled up into a hard lump as if someone had put half a hard-boiled egg on it, and I felt like I had the flu for a week.
My issues of Rebecca (18, 19, and 23) finally arrived. The dog sweater book I ordered did not. I also went to the bookstore and sat handcopying a pattern from Knitting For Dummies that is somewhat similar (gauge etc) to a pattern I'm trying to design.
I was soon joined by Two Dumb Women, who were shouting across the space between them (incl my table) over a drink order, talking about how the first Harry Potter book was "too hard" and it was easier to just watch the movie, how Anne Rice books are so so good, especially "viotro" (that's Vittorio to you and me, snob). One of them got a gingerbread latte, hated it, asked for something else, and then yammered on humorously FOR FIVE MINUTES (while the other drink was being made) about how painfully awful it was, as I sat there trying to drink my own gingerbread latte, which I liked and thought was quite tasty. None of this would have bothered me if it hadn't been so goddamned loud while I was trying to accomplish something. Meh.
Also, went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond looking for a xmas present for one of my myriad cousins - a little olive oil bottle with matching bread dipping plates, but they didn't have the one from the circular, replacing it with one only vaguely similar in design. We bought it anyway, but the momster isn't sure it's what she wants to give. Blah blah blah dithercakes. I bought one of those triangular thingies that are made to stack hangers on, because I'm always tripping on my hangers....
My dog is very freakin' strong. Choke training collars don't faze her. We'd never get the spikey kind, those are just mean.
Finally watched the Black Rose episodes of Utena. Creeeeeee-py... nice that they are now actually pronouncing Utena's last name correctly, though. More! Episodes! Soon! Please!
Anyway, I'm winding down for the night. Ciao.
(that's pronounced "soo", if you were wondering. ha ha.)
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Date: 2002-11-27 11:03 pm (UTC)remove as many links of the collar as you can and still slip it around her head. i mean, make it *tight.* there's a very small skull under all that slipper fur, so you should be able to make a very small collar. this will make the colar much more effective and miss puppy will be much easier to correct. if a dog can exert her will and pull before the collar grabs, there's no point in it. she'll just think, 'if i can pull hard enough, i can have my way.' i know it sounds cruel, but it really isn't, and once she's trained, she won't hve to wear the choke collar.