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<small<i>Sometimes I post images that I'm bidding on because they're so great I want to share them with you, but then I worry because I've noticed that the prices shoot up when I post them so please don't bid against me when I share these with you? Mostly I'm buying these to copy and use in my collage assemblage works.</i></small>

Hey Everyone -- Thanks as always for all of your support! I'm slowly starting to feel better -- cross my fingers. I haven't been able to leave the house yet -- since this latest wave of nausea and intestinal complaints hit, but I just might be able to get out and take a walk with one of the dogs today.

I'm sitting in my office in the middle of the day when I'd rather be outside in the sunlight but I have been so rarely able to get here lately that I am completely backlogged and as usual have loads of e-mail to catch up on. I never ever get to my Live Journal e-mail. I want to change the e-dress on my information page so that people will know to write to me at jacquiscloset@aol.com but then all of the Live Journal comment notices will follow and I'll be as buried as my LJ address cybergeishagirl@aol.com, I think that's what it is, I never check it so I don't remember.

My cat curly is in here with me. He snuck in when the air conditioning man opened the door. I keep the office cat free for the sake of my sanity, my rats, and the computers. But Curly is so cute right now, destroying the cord to my treadmill and calling out to me every once in a while that I just can't bring myself to oust him.

I have a contract with these air conditioning people. I think it's a scam and I was the patsy, sucker, whatever. I paid them a lot of money up front and they're supposed to come every couple of months and clean out the air intake registers and check everything to make sure it works. I always tell everyone who comes here to work on anything, well in advance, that we have a lot of pets, I even tell them the exact number so they'll know I'm not being funny about this. I think it's important because I lost a friend to asthma and I know how very serious cat allergies can be and I don't want to harm some innocent person who is just trying to do their job.

So I told these guys, I reminded them, and then I triple checked with them to be sure they knew that there were many pets, many cats, and that our stupid intake registers are super high up on a two story wall and that they'll need to bring an extension ladder. So who do they send? Yup, you guessed it, a guy who is very allergic to cats, not just allergic, deathly allergic, who doesn't have an extension ladder. Rrrrrrrr, these are the daily complaints of a house owner. From the phone to the computer to the cable guys, everyone is the same, lame, lame, lame beyond belief. Darn it I'm judging, ack what karma will I bring on myself now? It's just that when you partial out your bits of money until they all dry up, to people, who pretty much don't have time for you, don't care, and are rude and stupid on top of it, it makes a gal edgy and pissed off. Candle lighting time.

I just saw the video for American Life and while I like the song, the video is so bland and boring and cleaned up. I so wish I could see the original, anyone know where we can find one?

And Jack Osbourne what happened there?

Anyone watching Manor House and the Nineteen Hundred House? I'm loving these shows. Anything reality based and you've got me. I keep missing The Bachelor this time around because I think Mr. Whatever-His-Famous-Last-Name-Is is weak, and the man has to be pretty unbelievably hot and charismatic, smart, funny, successful and sexy; basically the dream man in every way, for me to ignore the fact that all of these women are clawing all over each other to marry him. Yuck. But I watch it. In fact now that we're further along the line I may just tune in tonight. Then I'll probably watch the cosmetic surgery special and think about all of my beauty failings and what I need to do to be more of a super babe.

How wonderful was this week's Six Feet Under? I think I love this show in the way people love their favorite daytime soaps. The characters have become real for me. I take what the writers decide to have happen to them personally.

My friend Mary's dog died. I feel so bad for her. I keep thinking about it. I still think about Susan/Magicwoman and her beloved cat who died more than a year ago. I obsess on sad things -- is this depression or compassion, and should I mute this by going back up to my original dose of antidepressants or stay where I am and <i>feel the feelings?</i> I'm leaning towards staying where I am for now. I'd like to get off of them altogether because when I'm dosed up on antidepressants I'm pretty spacey and my art flow dries up completely.

I just watched the tail end of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/6303073573/103-2140147-6999063?vi=glance">And the Band Played On</a> and cried and cried.

I'm starting my new book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0385722206/qid=1051740366/sr=8-1/ref=sr_8_1/103-2140147-6999063?v=glance&s=books&n=507846">Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress by Dai Sijie.</a> I got so depressed after reading Joyce Maynard's book again that I couldn't read anything but magazines for a while there, funny.

Okay, I have to go write my block captain newsletter. I've been dreading this. I don't really know why, it's no big deal, I guess I just don't want to be the one to tell them that we've had some scary home invasion and follow home robberies and it's my job to do this, sigh.

Ack, stomach cramps.
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