Over Emotional, Much?
Jun. 10th, 2010 01:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xtineebee So, watching America's Got Talent (always a questionable premise, but fun) I watch a dog act. The act was rubbish but they got through. The issue was the troupe features rescue dogs, and they called out their oldest - 18. FML, I have no real idea what motivated me, but I burst into tears. I suddenly had a vision of my beloved old and smelly here, and counting his days, and then I was flashing to - and I seriously have no idea why - being told I had to 'end his misery' and how I would handle it, and would the vet come here to the house to do it because the vet scares him so much and I don't want his last moments to be terror and WHAT THE HELL!?!
Sebi is *fine* - spry, in fact. He's only 8! Well 8 and a half. He's a grey face, but it doesn't slow him. HE'S FINE! I just fell apart over an instant flash of WTF. Maybe it was because I absolutely banished him earlier for trying to bite one of the cats - such a NoNo - even though he didn't really *try* but he absolutely snapped too close and I was so utterly cross with him. And he *knew* he was bad immediately, almost before I shrieked.
In conclusion - work stress has started to screw up Real Life and that's not on; I clearly need to get out of the house more: and finally, I need to relax. Seriously, what was all that about?
Focus on amusing: I scored Adam Lambert tickets for sis and I to celebrate our bdays. I said we need to be *fabulous*, Tori said "well i'm pregnant". Screw her, I'm breaking out my sequins that night.
Hope everyone is more sane!
Sebi is *fine* - spry, in fact. He's only 8! Well 8 and a half. He's a grey face, but it doesn't slow him. HE'S FINE! I just fell apart over an instant flash of WTF. Maybe it was because I absolutely banished him earlier for trying to bite one of the cats - such a NoNo - even though he didn't really *try* but he absolutely snapped too close and I was so utterly cross with him. And he *knew* he was bad immediately, almost before I shrieked.
In conclusion - work stress has started to screw up Real Life and that's not on; I clearly need to get out of the house more: and finally, I need to relax. Seriously, what was all that about?
Focus on amusing: I scored Adam Lambert tickets for sis and I to celebrate our bdays. I said we need to be *fabulous*, Tori said "well i'm pregnant". Screw her, I'm breaking out my sequins that night.
Hope everyone is more sane!
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Date: 2010-06-10 01:30 pm (UTC)And...I've been there with the old pets. My mother had utter hell with that choice and never could make it. Me? Having waited too long once, I never will again. Figure the responsibility of when is my last gift to a beloved pet. When you actually have to face that, you'll handle it. It'll be horrible.
And WTF! You need to DE-STRESS!!! Let's talk Torchwood! (Or, better yet, let's talk Javier's knitting ideas--or the pretty hysterical concept that he HAS knitting ideas).