"I gotta get my shit together, 'cause I can't live like this forever..."

Long, weird day. Lots of happy (I'm getting a kitty! Yaaaay!), mixed with a bit of sad/angry/confused/disappointed, etc. Mostly, I think I'm just cranky because I'm tired and I think I'm getting sick (BUGGER!). There was a wasp in my bedroom when I got back from the animal shelter this afternoon. A HUGE motherfucking wasp, complete with a big, sharp, nasty, pointy stinger poised and ready to shoot me full of toxic venom. Have I mentioned how much I hate bees and wasps? Yeah. So I finally ended up chasing it around the room with a can of Raid roach spray and one of my roommate's shoes. Killed it dead. Woot! Highly traumatic, though, especially as I have no idea how it got INTO my room, so less with the woot. Then there's the matter of trying to get in touch with my friends (only two of whom showed last night. Susan and Metro, you guys rawk!). For some reason, everyone has been MIA lately. I know at least two of them (Beth and Kat) have been sick, and two (Hillary and Lynn) were out of town this weekend, so they are excused. The rest of them are (at least temporarily) on my shit list. Plus I get the vague feeling that Beth is avoiding one-on-one time with me since I came out to her. I think I really freaked her out. Great. It's not like I confessed my undying love for her or anything! Jesus! (I did kind of have a crush on her at one point, but that is SO not relevant here!)

ANYWAY, on the subject of not being able to track people down, I tried for about 3 or 4 hours today to reach my dad. He (once again) neglected to turn on his cell phone during one of his long-ass excursions to godknowswhere. I'm starting to get a little perturbed. We've always been so close, and now I feel like I've become a secondary concern. He finally called me back (while I was at Target shopping for cat supplies... I got kitty some fuzzy catnip balls! wheeee!), and he was really apologetic about not getting back to me sooner. But I was still pissed. And I wasn't feelin' so hot, so I actually sat down on the floor in the cleaning supplies aisle while I talked with him on my cell phone. Stoopid passing out thing gets worse when I'm sick and/or tired.

Weirdly enough, my mother has actually been one of the POSITIVE things in my life over the last few days (color me fuckin' SHOCKED). She was very supportive on the whole cat issue as well as on the "where-the-hell-are-all-my-friends??" issue. In fact, because my father refuses to cave on the kitty thing, Louie will be camping out at my mom's place when I come home on breaks. The woman seems to be redeeming herself for the years of incredible shit she put me through. I still don't completely trust her (probably never will), but my current relationship with her is more tolerable than it's been in years.

Now it's time for some NyQuil (oh putrid green liquid that tastes like licorice ass, how I love thee!) and BED, right after I read some more infuriating anti-women's-suffrage crap from the early 1900s for my history of feminism class at 8-fuckmewhyamItakingaclassthisearlyinthemorning-o'clock tomorrow. I'll post some of the more rage-inducing passages tomorrow if I remember.

I. AM. SO. EXCITED. ABOUT. MY. NEW. BABY (cat)!