October 3rd, 2008

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  • 00:25 going to sleep now. hopefully a) I won't have another bad nose day, and b) the House won't be idiots about bailout. not optimistic on either #
  • 07:07 @Bleepin_Wife still a bad bill...not enough punitive measures for bad business practices, & no real oversight, foxes still @ chicken coops #
  • 07:30 @renface bad spaz cat! #
  • 16:51 About to start dinner...Caribbean rice with andouille sausage. Om nom nom nom! #
  • 19:02 @trapped I agree, Earl. Not about to go to the Death Star...but the phone is sweet #
  • 19:03 @trapped although one guy at BoingBoing give an amount equal to his iPhone bill to the EFF every month #
  • 20:01 it's raining, I'm drinking a gin pahit, and reading my RSS feeds, listening to iTunes. downright cozy, this is! #
  • 20:08 I feel British, what with the rain and the gin and the reading and all. But I have good teeth. I must be Canadian, then. #
  • 20:15 I'm not watching the debate because I really don't feel like screaming at my TV. Plus, I didn't make a schadefreude pie for tonight. #
  • 20:29 @Bleepin_Wife I've skipped the debate and gone straight to the drinking! #
  • 21:15 @Bleepin_Wife I dunno Mel, 4 yr senator to one of the most populous states vs 1/5 yr governor of one of the least populous...quite a diff. #
  • 21:49 @trapped question is, did she actually say anything of substance tonight? #
  • 23:56 @drtiki but can you get stuff from the US store? Since you're in Canadia and all? #
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freaking beaker out

I am a paranoid bunny daddy.

Kiwi was being a little pain in the butt this morning...didn't wanna eat. Normally this freaks me out at the best of times, but as you all know, Saturday morning bright and early I get to head down to Kenosha to catch the Metra to go to Chicago to carpool to Michigan to go to a wedding (at the house that Jack built). And mom's still out of town.

Hence I panic.

Fortunately, I was working from home today, so I effectively took a lunch at 11:00 to drive Kiwi to the vet. His stomach was a little taught and "doughy" as the vet put it, but his temp was good, and by that time he was eating. Vet suggested I try feeding Kiwi "Critical Care" with a syringe (yeah, that'll work...little punk winds up getting it all down his chin) and barring that, offer lots of hay and papaya and pineapple. Well, Kiwi's been a little eating machine all day, I've practically been forcing hay in front of him since noon, and just generally hovering.

And yet I'm still paranoid. You know how some folks dote on their children, or their cats? I'm like that with the bunnies. So even though my mom's aunt will be popping in to check on the buns during the day tomorrow and on Sunday morning, I'm still worried that something will go wrong and Kiwi will take a turn for the worse while I'm on the other side of Lake Michigan.

Speak comfort to me, Friends List! Assuage my jangled nerves! Is there balm in Gilead? Can Tiny Tim yet be saved?