This is Two

craigslist

do you know how much random free stuff is available on craigslist?  and I'm not just talking about sex!  they have couches, rocks, fencing, beds, books, clothes and plants too!

community is a good thing.

i still need a baby gate, but the dog is getting so big she could probably jump one.

brought to you by insomnia

on the mental health front, my ass is getting kicked by a slew of meds prescribed recently.  I'm lucky in that, being on disability, I get some kind of medicare, in this case part D, which covers most of my rxs.  The flip side of that, however, is it covers the side effects of said meds as well. 
I've always been referred to in circles of bipolar friends as "the side effect queen", for my propensity to acquire the weirdest and worst of most med bad effects.  For instance, leukopenia, or a prolactinoma, or anorexia (not nervosa).  unfortunately, when I'm doing well on a regimen of meds, and the list, I assure you, is quite hefty, I can't sleep for shit.
It's after 5 now, I've been awake since 3, i went to sleep at midnight.  I do have a puppy to play with, but she's sleepy now after eating and playing, so I'm not so lucky there.  Also, it's pitch black outside with a mere 60watt bulb to light the whole yard and she's not so keen on what's lit and what isn't, so outside play will have to wait at least another hour and a half. 
I'm fazed by the news, I'm in bad-news-fatigue.  I can't find a solitary thing that I care about so very deeply that I'd dice it and analyse it and try to make some kind of sense out of it. 
I am seriously considering going back to school in order to find some kind of human connection.  Not that I wouldn't be furthering my education in hopes of someday finding meaningful work,  but regardless, it's only so deep you can go with the people at the wee tiny farmer's market, or the sourpussed clerk at the stopnshop in town.  we have neighbours, but they're preparing to move.  It occurs to me that I know more people in canada than I do in texas, and texas has just as many people, i think.  lemme look that up...no, no, texas is short canada by about 10M people.  ah well, it's smaller.
In dog news, she's healthy as a horse.  I cried the first time she ate a whole bowl of food, because watt didn't eat anything, just was very sick.  She has since eaten many bowls of food, causing many clean-ups.  I'm aware that she's still young, and doesn't really have a concept of what "outside" is for, but she's getting the hang of it, slowly.  It'll be a couple weeks before she can "hold it".  This is news to me and it's my blog I'll say whatever I want to.
We got a soccer ball.  The Otherh and I work out kicking it around for an hour, but yesterday was a day off to let sore muscle striations settle down.
Next step: make stew from the rest of the game hens left over. 

jitters

i geared up for this by prepping 2 salads last night.  i haven't slept since 8am yesterday, which is not a good thing especially in world bipolar.  i've had two cups of very strong coffee, joined aff, gotten a wink on aff, chatted randomly with people all over the world, i've written to a soldier in iraq, played with the puppy, and played a song meme with the Otherh.  I'm currently best described as "not quite 100%", which really means i feel like shit on a shingle.  in 4 hrs i start the whole big day thing, with a calm breakfast of wine and coffee (and other things), but on zero sleep and tired feet from playing keepball, I don't rightly know how I'm going to do it.
i suppose i'll just go into auto mode, and I do have everything timed out, down to when I slice the lemons up. 
Right now i just feel all blecky.

howly

oy. the dog has found her howl.  this is devastating on so many levels because it's hard enough to teach her what "outside" is for, now i have to teach her she can only do that howling thing when it's ok to "sing".  i need a book on this shit.

conversations with a puppy

"no!"
"Where's the thing? Get the thing!"  ("thing" is a stuffed bear)
"Pozzo, leave it!  Get the Bobo!" ("bobo" what my moth called the first chew toy, it's shaped like a dumbell)
"Outside? who wants to go outside?"
"NO!"
"Pozzo!"
"Want your towel?" ("towel" is a towel)
"I bet you want a nap, don't you!"

I'm tired.  Need two way speak.

and then.

sometimes you're expecting everything to never quite work out and then something does.  the Otherh has a job offer *replete with Visa*.
this is a very big deal. 

interviewing

i don't know how come, but I have another interview today, this one via phone.  I just reviewed the reqs for the gig and I'm not sure how I came to even get the interview, but I'll do it anyhow.   I am extremely tired, the dog howled half the night and I'm in "panic/don't panic" mode.  blooie.

bloggy dog

i have a new puppy, as you darling reader(s) may know.  in an effort to figure out wtf to do with a puppy (i'm used to dogs that already know a few things, even if they're nuts otherwise), i printed out a "how to" thing.  the moth found it on the kitchen table and practically has it memorized, and it seems she may turn into a dog person yet.  she sure is interested in finding good toys.  (which is great, because i'm totally out of money.) 
for instance, the moth has mentioned plush toys for the wupper no fewer than 5903 times.  and has mentioned why (hunting instincts!).  did you know that?  i didn't.
in other news, i actually worked out today.  i'm zapped.

part ninethousand in an ongoing series that makes me look like i'm running in circles

have an interview with and advertising company that i knew of waaay back when i was an angelena.  here's hoping that it makes a damn bit o' difference.

dredge report

tonight i'm pot roasting in coffee and beef broth a giant chuck roast.  I will serve with garlic noodles and spinach (frozey.)  Tomorrow is fend for selves night, as the Otherh and I will be out til after 9 in town.  Tuesday I'm sure we'll revert to something noodly, Wednesday is Tacos (yum), Thursday is pork chops or some stirfry thereof and Friday is payday, so we'll probably go out.

Aren't you glad you know that?  That I can't stop eating meat?

I got stocked up for the first time ever on Halloween candy, as we live in a subdivision populated by littles who pull shit pranks.