My arm hurts

In the past two months, I've received over 2000 emails,

(and that's not counting OK mail or junk mail or the

five other email addresses I haven't had the time to check).



It's like being hooked on a drug that costs too much

and doesn't make you feel good.  Ugh. I'm wondering if

I'm too old to start smoking pot.  Emiliano's still here.

Vet said his stitches shouldn't come out until his tail's

healed some more.



"You are nothing but a suit."  No mail.  When was the

last time I didn't have mail?  Preacher wants us to do

some homework on Flora before the meeting Friday.  Ugh. 

Went to the Pasadena office today by way of Sun Valley. 

How's that for being lost?  Drove in circles so long I

made myself car sick.  I really should just admit that

I am not capable of remembering the location of anything.

Found the vegan marshmellos at the Whole Foods.  They

are like little wet cotton balls, only heavier and ten

times more expensive than the regular cow killing ones. 

So, the choice is easy.  Pay more, buy less, and leave

the world a better place.  I hope I'm diabetic.  At

least that way this unfathomable weight would be

fathonmable.  The spell check on this thing doesn't

work. Double ugh.



"Where are my tic tacks?"  That SW who sits in the

corner cubicle at Pas told me I would make a good

lawyer today.  Second time in a week I heard that.



"It's a snap to find the one single person in the

world who fills your heart with joy." I got the

laundry done, but I'm going to have to get Tele back

to do the kitchen. Along with admitting that I can

manage to get lost going anywhere, I ought to admit

that I'm not much into the kitchen right now. Next

place has to have a big, or at least, bigger kitchen.

She was too predjudiced, Mr Darcy is too proud. 



Brian said Leslie and he and Tom were trying to

figure out who could have left the voice mail.

Obviously someone who wanted to stir things up.

Who could that be? Hmm. Had to be la liz. Ya. Who

else? Never mind that she and I never met and there's

no logical reason for her to know of my existance,

nor for her to have my name or phone number. No.

Probably not la liz.

Emiliano the dog

has a new release date: 12/22. I still will go back before that. Could stop in to see him on my way in to work for a second or so. Long enough to make sure he has at least one of the two blankets I took for him. A rescue in Nebraska sent an email from a rescue in Oregon that arranged foster care in Merced. All they needed was someone to go to the South L.A. shelter and bail him out. He was sheduled for "review" on Friday. I'm pretty sure that would translate into not being alive on Saturday. I went down that day to get him. All of his ribs were showing and something damaged his tail enough to require the vet to cut the end of it off. He was in "isolation" because he was on antibiotics for the injury. Being in "isolation" meant he wasn't where the adopting public could see him without specifically requesting him. None of the staff seem to like him much. If it weren't for that woman in Nebraska his chances really weren't good. I told them I'd pay to get him out, pick him up from the vet (shelter requires they get altered before you get them), and foster him until transportation to his long term foster home can be arranged.

Paula Zahan's husband had Pale Male the NYC hawlk removed from the snooty building she lives in. He's the president of the co op board. Mary Tyler Moore lives in that building also, but she's a decent human building and went to the media with her objection.

Time to write an email to CNBC or CNN or whatever station it is that pays Paula Zahn.

Never Again

8/18/04
I started reading "Meet Your Meat" at 9:30 pm.
I became a vegetarian at about 9:31 pm.
I was a vegan by the time I'd finished reading the article.
My God! How did it become so horrific?