Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Drivel
Raining.
K is free of his two ticks - found another one on his ear - but apparently not of his desire to strangle himself with his own lead. Idiot. Ticks are sinister. They latch onto animals, usually around the head, and then just suck blood for as long as they can until they are completely full. This takes weeks on end. Their bodies just keep expanding. Like little insectoid balloons. K's were pathetically small but they had still swelled at an impressive rate. The nurse had a special gadget to twist them out complete with burrowed-in head. They looked quite petulant, on their backs on the table, tiny legs flailing in the air. Amazing creatures, though, you have to admire their bio-engineering.
The Pagan's dog ran away yesterday not once but twice. The first time she was picked up by someone from the kennels who happened to be passing; second time she came back of her own accord, smelling of "rotten fish". Sheesh.
There's no work. What work there is is so dull I can hardly muster the energy to do it. And I'm all achy and in need of some proper exercise. And more sun, for fucksakes, this country is so stingy with it. I mean, not even warmth, just light.
Grumble.
More Shield.
K is free of his two ticks - found another one on his ear - but apparently not of his desire to strangle himself with his own lead. Idiot. Ticks are sinister. They latch onto animals, usually around the head, and then just suck blood for as long as they can until they are completely full. This takes weeks on end. Their bodies just keep expanding. Like little insectoid balloons. K's were pathetically small but they had still swelled at an impressive rate. The nurse had a special gadget to twist them out complete with burrowed-in head. They looked quite petulant, on their backs on the table, tiny legs flailing in the air. Amazing creatures, though, you have to admire their bio-engineering.
The Pagan's dog ran away yesterday not once but twice. The first time she was picked up by someone from the kennels who happened to be passing; second time she came back of her own accord, smelling of "rotten fish". Sheesh.
There's no work. What work there is is so dull I can hardly muster the energy to do it. And I'm all achy and in need of some proper exercise. And more sun, for fucksakes, this country is so stingy with it. I mean, not even warmth, just light.
Grumble.
More Shield.
