God, I am still so wiped out. I wish I knew why. I got enough sleep over the last few days, more or less. More than I usually get, at least. That's a thing, right? More sleep? Because I've been trying to hit the sack right around the same time as katsuko
I'm not sure how well it's working, though, when I'm always tired. I woke up a little bit ago, having listed over to the side and slept at a horrible angle. Now I'm completely stiff and sore and achy. And I'm a little discontent as well.
To make matters worse, I can't concentrate. I honestly am wondering a little bit if I'm anemic again, because this is very much like the last time I was anemic. I'm trying to eat better now than I was then, but I have been having a series of terrible periods. The first one started on June 05 and went through July 02. The most recent one started on July 18 and is still ongoing. On Friday, in fact, it went haywire: I bled through three pads in about two hours, all the way through the pad, my underwear, my jeans, and onto the chair.
And somehow I have to have jury duty on Monday with all of this going on. Not looking forward to it. I wasn't looking forward to it to begin with, but now I'm really
not looking forward to it.
And yeah, writing is not going well with all of this. I'm over my 50,000 minimum words, but I don't think I'm going to hit my unofficial goal. Not unless tomorrow is a fantastic writing day, and I'm not sure how likely that is actually going to be.
Finally, FurKids denied our application for Wilmington and/or Remstar. We went the Humane Society today, the Alpharetta campus, to see if any of the kitties there spoke to us nearly as much as those two did, but no luck. Fury and Missy were probably the closest, and they were sorta iffy. I think we're going to try going to the Howell Mill campus next week and see if any of the other kitties there speak to us. If they don't, then we'll probably go back for either Fury (who I keep calling Diablo, all white cat or not) or Missy. (I did like Bobby, but he's on special food. Yoda was a serious grump lord, so I'm not keen on bringing him home to Boo. Princess was a diva. Panther was a grump. FiFi wants to be the boss of all things. Seriously, it's either Missy or Fury, if we go from Alpharetta.
But I did adore Wilmington, at least from his picture. It does tally with what I saw on all the online reviews: FurKids is actually hard as hell to adopt a pet from. You would think they would want these animals in homes, but apparently making people jump through a thousand hoops, only to say 'no', is more fun? I don't know.
And that's all I've got. I'm just trying to get my minimum 1,000 words for the day. I'm too tired now to keep trying, though, so I'm gonna go to bed.
Good night, all.