AHHH! STAB THINGS!
Mar. 1st, 2004 07:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lykomancerWhy?
Why?
Why?
WHY!?
*tweaks out for a moment*
Ok... it's the last day of Break. I just wanted to sit around, be lazy, and work on my capstone. That's it. Oh, and read the article I have to do a presentation for on Friday.
No. I was awake for, like, two hours, and Daysha calls. Wants to hang out. I say, Ok, but I don't want to blow the entire day.
Daysha shows up, and wants to see the rat babies. That's cool. They are exactly three weeks old today! Yay... but no. We look in and I know that-- while my math is bad-- the pile looks too small. Yep. A third of the f---n' litter died. It looks like Nezumi isn't producing enough milk.
So we take the babies and try to give them to Spider, whose litter can eat real food (and does), but who is still producing milk. She won't take them. (She buried them, actually.)
So. We have to feed them a delicious mix of sugar-water and wet catfood by syringe. Hoping the remaining eight will live long enough to get their eyes open. Once that happens, they begin eating real food, and they'll be ok.
I hadn't been checking up on the babies real regularly because usually, if you are going to lose any, you lose them in the first week and a half. It's very rare to have problems after that.
I get back to my room by six. Yep, there went most of the day, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. The kids needed to be fed, and that takes time.
Phone call. Grandma. Wants to know how much I'll need for my doctor visits. How the hell would I know?! I haven't been to any kind of doctor in four years!
Get Grandma off the phone. Sit. Phone rings.
Contemplate stabbing the phone.
Crystal. I don't even know what she wanted. I just yelled at her.
Sit down.
Doing Ok.
Pumpkin starts chewing on the bars of his cage, a noise that I cannot drown out with music unless it's at a painfully deafening volume for me. Put on headphones and hope no one tries to knock on the door... I'll never hear them, and I lock the door when my headphones are on to keep from getting the hell scared out of me.
And the people upstairs... begin... doing something...
Something that involves a lot of THUMPing.
*tweaks out again*
In nomine patre, et filii, et spiritus sancti...
Yay for angry religous German music.
I'm gonna make a goodly effort to not freak out and kill anything tonight.
Unless it *really* deserves it.
Why?
Why?
WHY!?
*tweaks out for a moment*
Ok... it's the last day of Break. I just wanted to sit around, be lazy, and work on my capstone. That's it. Oh, and read the article I have to do a presentation for on Friday.
No. I was awake for, like, two hours, and Daysha calls. Wants to hang out. I say, Ok, but I don't want to blow the entire day.
Daysha shows up, and wants to see the rat babies. That's cool. They are exactly three weeks old today! Yay... but no. We look in and I know that-- while my math is bad-- the pile looks too small. Yep. A third of the f---n' litter died. It looks like Nezumi isn't producing enough milk.
So we take the babies and try to give them to Spider, whose litter can eat real food (and does), but who is still producing milk. She won't take them. (She buried them, actually.)
So. We have to feed them a delicious mix of sugar-water and wet catfood by syringe. Hoping the remaining eight will live long enough to get their eyes open. Once that happens, they begin eating real food, and they'll be ok.
I hadn't been checking up on the babies real regularly because usually, if you are going to lose any, you lose them in the first week and a half. It's very rare to have problems after that.
I get back to my room by six. Yep, there went most of the day, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. The kids needed to be fed, and that takes time.
Phone call. Grandma. Wants to know how much I'll need for my doctor visits. How the hell would I know?! I haven't been to any kind of doctor in four years!
Get Grandma off the phone. Sit. Phone rings.
Contemplate stabbing the phone.
Crystal. I don't even know what she wanted. I just yelled at her.
Sit down.
Doing Ok.
Pumpkin starts chewing on the bars of his cage, a noise that I cannot drown out with music unless it's at a painfully deafening volume for me. Put on headphones and hope no one tries to knock on the door... I'll never hear them, and I lock the door when my headphones are on to keep from getting the hell scared out of me.
And the people upstairs... begin... doing something...
Something that involves a lot of THUMPing.
*tweaks out again*
In nomine patre, et filii, et spiritus sancti...
Yay for angry religous German music.
I'm gonna make a goodly effort to not freak out and kill anything tonight.
Unless it *really* deserves it.
