'til my seas are dried up

five days in a row of work at the aec (see where i work! www.theaec.com)... busy, death-filled days. leptospirosis is once again rearing its hoary, zoonotic head. it is hard to deal with the same patients for multiple days and watch them slowly fade away. i had roscoe the dog in my arms as he was euthanized today. took helix into work with me on saturday to have his renal values rechecked. they were shit, as i expected. he is 6.4 pounds. he used to be about 13. he still purrs and licks his stinky canned food, but it won't be much longer. he sleeps on my cd books a lot. tomorrow i go to fucking olympia to talk to someone at the fucking court about my divorce. he swears he signed the rejoinder i served in february (agreeing to the terms of my filing) but they don't have a copy at the court, so i re-served his parents, and i got off work today to recieve the message that he isn't signing again, so i will probably have to file a default, and i am extremely fucking disgusted by him, the bullshit concept of marriage, and how much more difficult it is to get a divorce than to wed. it really should be the other way around. i want it over. soon, soon.
...i said this the first time i got divorced (unto itself, already a white-trash statement) but truly, if i ever get a bug up my arse to indulge in MATRIMONY again, someone best fucking kill me.
on an unrelated note: 'bubble' is a dreadful movie: self-important, tedious, annoying.
on another unrelated note: about a week after seeing 'blue velvet' (as aforementioned) i happened to be at the nitelite bar on 2nd ave (adjacent to the moore): a total dive, with xmas lights and hardened, older alcoholics slumped over their bottom-shelf $2.25 drinks- the sort of place that, were the bathrooms not so surprisingly clean, one would expect to leave with a case of scabies. and they played 'in dreams', roy orbison, and it was perfect and perfectly eerie.
pleasing things of the last week:
-my teapot still functional after i forgot to turn off the burner (i am on a boullion kick)
-ike and tina, over and over and over
-the ethereal dead jellyfish in the surf at owens beach
-being serenaded with a wonderfully cheesy '70's song
-plans to see architecture in helsinki on tuesday
-learning exactly what a 'dirty sanchez' really is (thanks for telling me, fellow female tech)
-hitting the vein on a seagull (though i was euthanizing it at the time)
the problem with 53 hrs of work in the last 7 days, plus 12 hrs of illogical commute: i haven't had much time for a life. obviously.
me: "how's it going tonight?"
hypersmiling man serving me tea: "i'm getting a migraine. but i'm treating it with coffee, and when i get off work i'll be treating it with beer."