As the Fat Lady sings ...

My well deserved vacation comes to a screeching halt as I type an entry this evening. Any day not at work is a good day. I had 9 good days. Yesterday/last night was definitely the best one of the week. You see earlier in the week - Wednesday - I had to take my dog to the vets for possible surgery. They took him in immediately. He's been in there ever since. He had an 8 pound fatty tumor on his stomach, so they had to do MAJOR surgery on him. Well his incision isn't healing well. They have it stapled shut right now, with a drain tube half sticking out. We tried to bring him home on Saturday AM, but he bled EVERYwhere. I can't explain how bad I feel for him. He's like what the fuck are you doin' to me bitch??? I fucking bawled like a baby when you take the candy away. He's been in my life since I was 12 ... and I guess I just thought he'd always be here. God - I never knew I was so attatched to anything. Which leads me to wonder -- how I really feel about people in my life. It's almost like I'm living my life loving people, but taking advantage of the fact that they love ME too???? Or that we may not share tomorrow together??? I think my deal is: I can't deal with people leaving --- so I rarely welcome them in. Saying goodbye is near impossible for me. SO ANYWAYS -- midweek to Saturday noon kind of sucked. Saturday PM was spent with a guy who seriously, on the real, kicks ass. But I'm not going to get all hyped up about him, again, because that's just asking for a harder fall. I'm so myself around him. Then Saturday late night/early Sunday Am, was spent in a drunken yay! Ever been in a drunken YAY?!?!? It rules. Well I guess I gots to get ready for the week ahead. *Yuck*. PEACE!!