Wednesday, May 28, 2003

Foul mood.

I am of short patience today and easily crossed. Look out. This morning my sleep was interrupted at least three times.

Act 1: Sleepy arm - 3:00 AM.

Leon: "Mrrrrrggghhhhh!"
He stands up and faces the window.
Niki: "What's the matter? What's wrong?"
I'm panicked.
Leon: "My whole arm is asleep."
He starts to walk to the bathroom.
Niki: "Where are you going? Leon? Wha....?"
Leon: "I'm going to the bathroom!"
Niki: "Sorry."
I lay my head back down and falls asleep until....

Act 2: Cat scratches door - 4:00 AM.

Cat at the door: "Scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch."
Leon taps me on the shoulder.
Leon: "Wake up, she's scratching."
Me: "Mmmmmmf."
I blink several times to moisten my contacts. I can't see a damn thing. I stand up and grab the spray bottle of water I keep on my night table for this purpose. The cat hears me and runs to the kitchen. I lay back down and try to sleep untill.....

Act 3: Cat scratches again - 4:30 AM.

Cat at the door: "Scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch."
Leon: "Hey, the cat."
Me: "Why is she doing that?"
I stand up and tip toe to the hallway with the spray bottle. This time I let loose and I think I got her good. I lay back down and slept until 6:30 when Leon insisted that I wake up.

What if I wanted to sleep in?

And now I'm cranky.





Tuesday, May 27, 2003

Sitting in a car, for too long.

This weekend we drove to Southern California. I was reminded again of why I don't like it. There's no chance in hell you can live there without a car. Everything is spread-out, dirty and the smog is everywhere. And it's depressing as all hell. The air of the failed dreams of the entertainment industry is so thick you can step in it. In fact, I almost did. Getting out of the car outside of Ameoba on Sunset, I nearly stepped in a giant pile of diahrreha.

I hate it there.

Thursday, May 22, 2003

The next 4 months will be hell on earth.

The longest and worst season in Sacramento has begun. The heat. I say this every year, but I get to where I take the heat and the discomfort that comes with it personally. "How can you do this to me, heat? Why has the delta breeze left me? Damn you apartment, I wish you had a real air conditioner!"
The only tolerable months to live here are January - mid May & mid-October - December. I'm sure I'll get through it, though I am really worried about my cats and how they're going to handle it. Last night they flopped around like ragdolls in response to the 90 degree weather. I hate to see them suffer through the 100 degree days. I think this is the year we shave the fat one.

Wednesday, May 21, 2003

Cubiertas

I wish I could speak better Spanish. I went to a Spanish language meeting last night. It was interesting. I found my listening comprehension better than I thought but my speaking skills were still at a beginning-intermediate level. My Spanish final is on Friday and I'm feeling confident that I will ace it. I've already enrolled for the Fall Spanish 1B course. I hope that one is more challenging. I did some research and came to the conclusion that I'll be done with school in 2005. I will graduate with an associates degree in liberal studies and become the first person in my immediate family to hold a college degree. And I'll finally be able to wash my hands of the whole thing.