Wow.  Ya know if I really loved getting a tube shoved down into my esophagus I could just buy my own endoscope here and do it daily.

I’m gonna be like Ozzy Osborne at the dentist when he kept asking for more nitrous oxide.

DENTIST: Ozzy it’s already as high as it will go.

OZZY: More!

*Nurse injecting sedative into my IV*: Are you feeling anything yet Elizabeth?

ME: No, more!

I have an endoscopy at noon today in Fresno and we all know what that means: Yup, fasting for twelve hours.  But since I’ve been so upset and bloody tired over everything I just went back to bed today without eating.  So consequently once I awoke I only had a couple hours to eat something.  I was so thrilled because after nearly three weeks we could use the oven again.  I made myself a lil pizza (Margherita style) with those lil crusts ya get at Whole Foods.  Well of course, since I was so hungry and it tasted so wonderful and fresh; I just erped it right back up.  And now I don’t even think I can take drugs to at least knock me out.  What a bitch.

Someday we’ll get our power fully restored.  The last guy turned out to be a paranoid schizophrenic.  The first night he came out he was all nice and smiles; showed us what to do if certain circuits started flipping off again.  Then yesterday he worked on it for a couple hours and Russ just went out to tell him what was working so far.

RUSS: Well we got the kitchen and the back rooms working again, but now the living room and computer room are off.

SPLIT PERSONALITY ELECTRICIAN: What?  Are you accusing me of breaking something?

RUSS: Huh?

SPLIT PERSONALITY ELECTRICIAN: These wires have been disconnected and someone’s been tampering with this box since I was last here.

RUSS: Errr

Split personality electrician guy goes on with his insane ramblings.

RUSS: So can you fix it?

SPLIT PERSONALITY ELECTRICIAN: No you’re accusing me of breaking it and I’m not authorized to do this work.

Then he left; I think I shoulda gave him one of my Xanax.  So now a brand new electrician guy (this will be our third) won’t be here till next Tuesday.  So it looks like another week of hop scotching over multiple extension cords.

At least the washer and dryer work now so I can attempt a decontamination of my room.  Fortunately most of the crap you see in those pictures is stuff I don’t want.  Fuck Ebay, I’m takin all those clothes I don’t want to a consignment shop.  Bastards on Ebay are cheap: A $400 coat and they say, “I give ya five dolla for it.”  And most importantly, Ebay is way too much Goddamn work.

I’m gonna have to call Patches up:  “You stay alive, no matter what occurs, I will adopt you!”

William was adopted a couple weeks back, and this is purty cool; somebody just adopted Grayson.  That’s a good sign that two FIV+ cats have been adopted in just the past month.  Now if only someone will adopt Marley, then I’ll be happy at least for the next five minutes.

So without further adieu, these are my new sponsored kids.