My cat Tam is an addict. He shoots up once or twice a day (insulin), gets the munchies late at night (cat treats before bed) and most of all, needs a bit of weed every night.

Okay so it’s catnip but still, he needs it, man. And usually about 8ish if I’m anywhere near the cat post, Tam is MORE than happy to get hooked up. Actually he comes around like some guy hitting a pusher up in an alleyway. First he’ll sit on my feet while I’m working and then when I get up, immediately head over to the cat post to get hooked up.

As one does.

He’s sitting up there right now. Stoned and quite happy. And a little Cheshire Cat mad.

Laundry list of screwed up things today:

Ordered Seat Belts for Firebird. They arrive today. REEKING of smoke. Contacted seller and he’s all, yeah you’re gonna get that.

Ordered new seats for Firebird back in first week of January. Was told they were going to be backordered but would ship on Jan 30. No shipping notification came so I called them. They’re all… yeah, not until Feb 15. Told them cancel the order, issue a refund while I was on the phone and his response was.. um, it could take a while for the refund to show. I don’t want to hear that. I gave them 4 hours then the bank and I would have a discussion. Refund came.

I’d already ordered new seats and had them shipping while I was on the phone with them. Please note CarID is bad. BAD. Foul people who don’t have stock but take your money and don’t say they’re out of stock. Summit Racing, very good. Always have stock listed properly.

Got a pigtail wiring harness for my power windows and a new switch for the centre console. Not sure if they fit but things have been strange so I’m just going to take them in and let the mechanic worry about it. Because I could be screwing things up.

Ordered even newer seat belts for the Firebird from Classic Industries, allegedly better seat belts than the last set I’d ordered… the ones that tries to kill me. I was supposed to get a return authorization number so I can send the crappy ones back. Crickets from their tech department on that but perhaps it slipped their mind.

NOW I want kalua pig and cabbage 😀

Adulting is very hard. Today was just one of those days where everything was small and just shored up. Now, all things considered, shit’s pretty good. Those things above? Small rocks in the path. A couple of bruised toes and that’s about it. Nothing major because other things are okay. It all evens out.

I might order pizza though.

Rounding the bend….

I’ve been sick for the past week or so. Today it was just too much sinus stuff to go further than my toothbrush and a call in to work. Woke up feeling better after a few hours of sleep but right now, back to the beginning of blergh again.

So a nap is in order. And maybe some ramen for dinner.

I’m trying to recall if I have miso soup to use as a base.

Ghost of Ramen Past

I love this video. I mean I adore Junsu anyway. And he’s come such a long way since his debut days.

Bad part about being human, we scab on the inside too.

There are several things going on with me emotionally. Icky, stupid crap. None of which I understand and just wish to go away. Apparently life’s like that. Isn’t that funny? Just when you think you’re doing okay, there’s a dip in the road and you lose all the eggs in your basket.

Hell, I’ve lost the chicken.*

Today I woke up with a head stuffed with ick and a belly refusing to eat protein. Which kind of pisses me off because I’ve got some lovely cod in the fridge. And onion rings. Fish and well…onion rings! Lightly fried fish filets. With garlic because you know… garlic.

So tonight, instead of me sharing a food picture, tell me what you had for dinner or are planning to have. Or maybe it’s breakfast. Share a moment and let’s talk about what’s on your plate.

I’ve also gotten some canned peas because you know… peas and mayo needs to happen.

And has anyone done those salads in a mason jar thing? How does that work out better than Tupperware?

 

* The dips in the road are normal. Just shit to deal with. *grins*

This is where I had my first cup of coffee. In that house. In a kitchen at the back of the house. It was both a simple and a complicated time. But the coffee was great.

“Love you,” he said.