Thesis shmesis

Tomorrow is my 24th birthday. I felt fine about turning 23 but I'm freaking out about 24 since it's nearly 25, and that's almost the scariest number of all
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I'm a Cancerian and apparently Saturn is leaving my sign on 16 July, where he's been hanging out causing havoc for two years. Beware, Leo, for you are next. Saturn is apparently the planet of upheaval, change and karma. I had this weird moment of realisation that the bad car accident I was in in 2003 would have happened just as Saturn begin its sojourn in Cancer. Weird. I'm blaming it all on Saturn.

If anything, the last six months have seemed to contain the most change of the last two years, mostly due to my girlfriend going through the police academy. To be honest I can't wait for her to be out. It has been the source of so much stress for us both! She is constantly exhausted, bruised and battered, and has to force herself to study the fine art of fingerprinting or whatever it is they're learning that day. I've also been the dummy for handcuffing practice. No, it's not as kinky as it sounds. It's just... rough. Like, thrown on the ground with your arms twisted really awkwardly up around your back.

Stella is now over six months old and she gets cuter every day. She must have been the runt as she's still very small, especially compared to Basil who weighs in at a hulking 7 kg. Stella must only be about 2kg, and her coat is now amazingly black and glossy, and her eyes greener than ever. Apparently Russians continue getting greener eyes up until they're two. I'm so glad we got her, Basil loves her company even though he pretends he doesn't care. They are always either chasing each other around the house, or cleaning each other on our bed, like an old married couple!

Time flies when you're feeling over-run

Life is a constant stream of duties, obligations, chores, and"I really can't be fucked doing that but I guess I better..." situations.

It's depressing.

I spent the last few months of 2004 preparing myself for the fact that 2005 would bring with it the prospect of the rat race, 9-5 lifestyle, and it certainly has arrived. But no fanfare with it.

I feel like an old-timer already, complaining like this. I catch myself thinking wasn't life grand when I got up at ten, had a cup o' tea and a fag, and dawdled around the house until Oprah at 2 o'clock.

No more of that for me. Now I arise at 6am. And I'm not very chirpy at that time of the morning. I now have to iron my clothes, make my hair semi-presentable each day, and have a constant supply of Juicy Tubes to keep me feeling shiny.

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Like the photo of Stella? She's our new baby. She's a black Russian, and she's 16 weeks. Basil is being surprisingly tolerant. We can already tell she'll be the boss when she grows up.

Slack

It's been a long time...

Anyhoo, no excuses. A lot has changed since I last wrote. I'm now a full time working woman; yes I got the research job in government. It's full on. I have only worked cruddy customer service type jobs up until now and this is the first position I've held with some level of brain work required, as well as accountability.

In other news... I bought a laptop today! I was considering an Apple but ended up with a Toshiba. It's all lovely and shiney and new, and I am so impressed with it. I am still writing my thesis (although I haven't touched it for months, the semester starts next week). Now I can write in bed or outside or on the couch, whereever I feel like, instead of being shut in the study in the back of the house.

Had a bad turn of events when I got home from buying the laptop though, Basil (the cat) has been really sick, all over the house, and is spending the night in the vet hospital. At a cost of $650. That's nothing, I know, as he has fast become my furry little man in the year or so that we've had him; I love him so much and it was very upsetting seeing him in so much pain. He may have an obstruction in his bowel, so we're waiting overnight to find out if he's ok. The x-rays they've done can't pick anything up that is definitely an obstruction although there is something suss there, the vet said. My poor little boy... I love you Basil, thinking of you, sending you lots of love little one...