But first, how great a girlfriend am i? Michael gets a last minute call about a job interview - totally short notice, be there at two on thursday. Now, Michael has no car for the moment. He'll have one soon, but not now, and certainly not at two o'clock this afternoon.
All this information was gathered late last night, while i was at work. I had no problem with Michael using my car to get to the interview, but I needed to get home to check on my animals and gather some clean clothes. So I leave work at seven am and drive to Moreno Valley. Cats were fed and cuddled, little birds fed and played with, and large angry bird was fed and successfully dodged. I spent a little bit of time trying to get my computer to work (failure) and making breakfast. Then I got back in my car and drove to Costa Mesa to get a few hour's nap at Michael's.
By the time i got to sleep, it was nearly noon. I woke up at four. that just isn't long enough. Michael was sweet enough to bring me a smoothie, but jamba juice managed to fuck it up royally (a berry smoothie should taste, at least somewhat, of berries, right?) and i was sad. I dragged myself out of bed despite the smoothie fiasco, and we went to Don Jose's to have dinner with stephinextremis and arakrune.
Don Jose's has great margaritas and horrible service, and that's all i really have to say about that. I don't think I'll be bothering with that place again, except to go straight to the bar.
Other than the service, dinner was fun.
After dinner, I drove to my mom's house and took care of my registration for the Veterinary Emergency and Critical Care Society conference next month. I'm going with a friend of mine from work. It's the same thing that I went to in New Orleans last year, but this time it's in San Diego.
After that, we went to see bigbrother. Justin McBee was there, along with a girl whose name i've already forgotten. it was fun, and i was happy to see McBee - it's been a while. I played with Teddy and Rambo sniffed Michael intently. I would have stayed longer, but my lack of sleep and michael's friday morning shift meant that we went in a bit earlier than usual.
My mother finally found my birth certificate. It's only taken her six months or so ... so I can finally go get my passport. Looks like I may be needing it in the moderately near future ...
I've been craving misbehavior lately. A lot. I'm good and i'm sober - just drunk, anyway - and I do everything I'm supposed to do. But i'm not very good at being the good girl, and i did all the drugs for a reason. Every time i take away something "bad", i take down another barrier between my conscious reality and my sub-conscious demons. I'm losing this fight and desperate for an escape.
I don't have one.
I don't have one because I don't want to do any damage to the life i have set up for myself.