My life's play-by-play

I've been told to update by numerous people, so I am.

Let's see.. My treatment is going well--as far as I know, anyway. I'm still having issues with eating on a regular basis because of nausea but I'm still alive, so it's always a good day.

The reality has set in that I'm moving 3,000 miles away from everything that is familiar to me in five days. I think I'm done being excited about it; Now I'm just scared. I won't elaborate on my fears and insecurities because worrying is a waste of energy. I'll just have to cross those bridges when I come to them.

I had to stop by the animal shelter today to give them my new address, so that I can at least stay on their mailing list. When I got there, I was immediately approached by the foster coordinator who asked if I would take care of a litter of puppies until they were old enough to be adopted. It broke my heart to have to tell her no, but it's not like I have much of a choice in the matter--I'm moving in less than a week! She took me back to see the pups, anyway; It was a complete overload of cuteness. They were all asleep, piled on top of each other in their little bed basket. I'm sure there will be no problems with getting them adopted once they're old enough.

That makes me wonder.. does anyone else get all smiley and fuzzy-feeling while viewing puppies? In particular, when they play. They just have such a lust for life and everything is so simple for them. If I could imagine what an 8-week old puppy is thinking it would be something like: "Check it out! I was born, I can see, smell, hear, taste now, the world is big and beautiful and life is gooood! K, gotta catch my tail."

I had a delicious bee sting latte today. For those of you who don't know, that's a latte with cinnamon and orange flavoring. I scalded my tongue on the first sip, so it stung literally but I still managed to enjoy it. Tomorrow, I think I will go to Pike Place and get some tea from Market Spices. Their signature blend is soooo good over ice.

Moving on: Lately I've been waking up in the mid-sleep cycle, terribly confused as to why my pillow is playing music. The reason is obvious, it's a pillow with speakers so, when you plug your mp3 player into it, it will play music; it helps me fall asleep. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm fighting a losing battle with it, though. Sure, it helps me fall asleep but I also wake up a lot, tired and flustered, wondering where the music is coming from. Maybe I should read a book to fall asleep instead.

Okay, this post is incoherent and .. rambley. Yes, I'm pretty sure I just made that word up. Presently, it feels like I'm being stabbed in the stomach, so I think I'm going to grab a pain pill.

-Fin-