Well, the other day, we had a new calf - Christmas day, Jebus, remember? Or did I write about that? I can't remember, myself - and today, we lost a cow. Just back in the now after putting her down. You could say I have death on my hands, but in the bigger picture, I don't mind, because she was really suffering, so in a way, I was giving her peace. Thing is, a couple of days ago, we might have been able to save her. My stupid younger uncle - he's 59, but my dad and the other brother are older - told the vet to go home after he saw Jebus, because there was nothing wrong with the other cow. As if he has a clue what's going on with animals. He was convinced that Jebus would be born naturally, that there would be no problem. Funny how, when we asked the vet, we were told that the calf would never had survived a natural birth. You can now see why my uncle isn't a vet. Ha. Bloody idiot. Yeah, I don't like him much. Since 2001, I've hated him. Last December only made things worse. He slagged me off once I got home from hospital. Heart of a saint, this one.
But anyway. Enough about Saint Jasmine. His name's James, but he's a pansy. A married pansy, at that. Hmm, I'm being very nasty tonight, but I don't mind. He's just the kind of person who just annoys me on sight. Not even on sight. Just knowing he's down in his house, sitting with his feet up, complaining about a sore back when it's actually fine, and refusing to help two older men who have both been through a lot and had a lot of injuries, is enough to make me boil with rage. Lazy doesn't cover it for this guy. Slob. Even that's insulting to slobs. They look like work-a-holics compared to him. Ohh he really annoys me.
*Hits the little hammer thing that auctioneers use on the table* Let's change the subject. But to what? Suggestions? Anyone? No? Fine.
Ahh, yes. The diet, or whatever I'm meant to be doing. I think it's going rather well. I'm currently eating my dinner...an oatcake. Yes, one. That's all I want right now. And I slept most of today, so food wasn't an issue. However, by 4.30 this morning, I was growing rather peckish, and went to sleep simply because I was hungry. And possibly because I was completely drained. And bored. And maybe a little sore in the eye department. Ok, so there was a mixture of things making me go to sleep, not just hunger. Although, talking about food is making me hungry!
Not hungry enough, by the looks of it.
And now, there is a metaphorical spanner in the works. My heart's confused enough as it is, and is just getting more bamboozled every day. I give up. I'm going to think with my head from now on, and tell my heart to stay where it is: it's got me in enough trouble already, thank you very much. I mean, come on. It nearly got me killed before, and now it keeps having funny turns, so I'm not going to listen to it any more. Daft thing.
Anyways, I think it's nearly time to head to bed. Or, sleep, considering I'm already on my bed. Though, I'm not in it yet. Aha. Will be soon. Promised the big brother that I would. NB: He's not my biological big brother, but he should be :) He's always there for me, and knowing him, I'll likely get a row for this tomorrow, but I don't care. Ha. There.
Maybe just one more film before I go to sleep? Just one? Unlike last night, where it was 4. Yeah, 4 films, but it was worth it. Kinda. What am I going to have to eat? Can't have anything too heavy, yet I'm quite peckish. Oh, darn my stomach.
Right. Time for bed. I won't sleep, but I might as well try.
Talk tomorrow.
Dx
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