I woke up this morning, and took Kirk and Nigel in to get declawed. They won't be coming home for a day at least, maybe two, because they're big boys now, not tiny kittens with baby claws to lose. I think this is a good thing, because if I took them home and they began spontaneously bleeding, I would have no idea what to do.
I have no idea where I've been for the past few days. Well, physically, yes, I have been here, but mentally, not. Right now I'm starving, but I refuse to eat, because there's nothing appropriately healthy I could eat to cancel out the past two days of potato chips and grease. That's a general side effect of being depressed, I guess. Much food with little nutritional value. I've actually had a good reason to be melancholy, but sadly I am not permitted to share it here.
Last night, reduced to Fall Out Boy and other unhealthy ventures, I decided to just push past it as best as I could, and finish my journal, because my journal makes me happy. And I will fill my journal only with happy, positive thoughts. I feel the changing of tides. The storm is over, everything is calm. I can finally lay back, shut my tired eyes, and open them again in a hurry so that I don't miss the final season of Eureka. It premieres in couple weeks, and I've been watching the episodes I've gotten ondemand! I'm so stoked to see what happens!
Also, I was on Twitter earlier today, and I saw that they just started production of season 3 of Haven. Thank God, because they left off last season at a real cliffhanger. I NEED to find out if Nathan really killed Duke, and where the hell is Audrey??? Sigh. More to come. For now, take a peek at my earring collection. Isn't it lovely? I've never been so organized with them. Ever.