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Consciousness

My dog is having another one of his antique-age driven tummy flu. He's been doing his thing all day in intervals of about an hour and I am there, cleaning up after him. These days are my constant reminder of his impending departure. I've had him since I was 8 so this is a very depressing thought. I don't have much of a family and he's pretty much the only one I can actually spend more than 30 minutes in a room alone without staring at really sharp knife. I was suppose to be apple picking...but that got trashed when one of our group of four cancelled. It was suppose to be a college "sweetie" outting. How fabulous.

I then attempted to seduce my mind with lovely thoughts of a long weekend ahead in order to get some productive writing done. Even my mother went out shopping for the whole day, leaving me in such a blissful solitude I could cry about it. BBUUUUTTT nevertheless, my mind took on a life of its own and wandered away from me. So...I cooked. One of my best friends came over to join me in my resemblance of a life and we ate the dishes I made, then watched South Park for the rest of the night. Mindless. Fucking. Entertainment.

Today's suppose to be the Moon Festival for us Chinese peeps. I love festivities. It always makes death seem so much more peaceful, serene, and full of rainbow colored M&Ms. This festival, in specific, is suppose to be about family...the unity and love of it. My family consists of two humans and a K9. My father is never here and my mother is here too much...and the K9 is shitting on autopilot. Remind me why I even bother to care every year. Oh wait...I don't, nevermind.

Ok. I'm getting a little depressing here. Talk to me when this bundle of happy festivities are over. Trust me, I'm much more pleasant when I'm not obligated to examine my own happiness.

posted by Claire @ 10:29 PM