At my parents' house, taking care of the doggy. Staying here is always weird--it feels like half vacation, half work. It's work because I have to take care of the dog, obviously, and long walks in 80-degree heat (no small thing for my physiology) and such, but it's also kind of like a vacation because they have DVR and a dishwasher and 124073485949 cable channels and a regular cleaning person. And hardwood floors and central air and a porch. You know, things I might have if I could afford them. But then I also have to go to my job, and there's no Kate and no kitty, so.

I still miss my kits, but I'm not as heartbroken anymore. I hope wherever Oliver and Ramona ended up, they are getting lots of love, and I know they're charming the pants off whomever adopted them with purrs and silly kitten antics. And maybe someday I'll find another kitty with Oliver's affectionate nature who can really be mine.

In other news, I am basically apoplectic with rage over this Feministe post. Seriously, Feministe? Fat-shaming and concern-trolling from a guest blogger? I expect better of you. I AM DISAPPOINT.

Seriously what IS this fuckery. Actual quote from one of the commenters: "by the fact that you’re eating more calories than you’re using, you’re defacto taking food from people that are going to starve to death." WHAT. Who even ARE you and what world have you been living in I CAN'T EVEN.

Fortunately there are a lot of commenters who are providing excellent rebuttals and links to stuff about HAES and FA. If you're unfamiliar with why this post is so appalling to me, I'd suggest starting with Kate Harding's excellent post "Don't you realize fat is unhealthy?"

Here, let's have some kitten pictures to cleanse the palate.



Beautiful Ramona...



And lovable Oliver...







As always, far more at the set. I've created a best-of set as well, which contains the most popular Oliver & Ramona photos. I even created my first collection! Woo!

I'm thinking of doing BEDA (Blog Every Day April), an idea of Maureen Johnson's that seems to have grown into a Thing that other people are doing too. I don't think it'd be too much of a challenge for me to post every day, but making a public post every day might be difficult. I feel safer with that little lock around.

This week's Wacky Wellbutrin Side Effect: I'm not hungry. I eat breakfast, and then I just sort of forget about lunch, and then I'm feeling woozy and strange by dinnertime. It's worrying, but on the other hand it's kind of nice to not worry about how much I'm spending on food.

I've also been craving dairy. I've been partly satisfying this craving by eating a lot of Tofutti mini ice cream sandwiches, but I was practically in tears with longing for a grilled cheese sandwich on Friday. And my stomach is often unhappy with what I do give it. It wants cheese! And real ice cream! And things with cream sauces!

Pondering what to do with my tax return, besides pay off my credit card. It's not enough for a Macbook, which is the only expensive thing I really want right now. I'm thinking a new Lomo, and I should also save some of it, although a large part of me wants to spend it all on spinny skirts and cute shoes and jewelry. Oh, and retro swimsuits. **THINGS** O.O

In other news, I can't listen to anything that isn't Middle Cyclone these days. I want to crawl inside her voice. It's already up there with Blacklisted in terms of quality, and I think I might actually like it better. Time will tell though; right now I'm just in love with every word. I even like the frogs.

I came very close to fainting last night. I don't know what's going on. Kate and I were at Benny's, watching our usual Battlestar Galactica/Big Bang Theory/How I Met Your Mother combo, and when it was time to leave we stood around talking for a little while, and suddenly I started to see spots in front of my eyes and I felt like I was going to pass out. I sat down for a while, and I felt a little better, but still shaky, and I went home and curled up on the couch with some tea.

I still feel weird this morning. It could be any number of things, I guess. The new medication, my usual tendency towards low blood pressure and iron deficiency, or even anxiety from all the homework I have to do. I've felt faint before, it's just never been that... random, I guess. Usually I feel faint when I'm exerting myself or changing levels a lot (like all the bending down and standing up I do at work) or when I haven't eaten in awhile, not just suddenly out of the blue like that.

I called my shrink and told her what happened, and she said she wasn't allowed to give me medical advice, but that I could call the emergency room. I didn't do that, because I thought they probably have better things to do. "You... almost fainted? Stop the presses!"

Anyway I took an iron pill this morning... we'll see how it goes.

P.S. Check out this amazing photo of the Antony and the Johnsons concert. Duncan and I are in the middle section, all the way to the right of the first full row from the bottom you can see. Hi, us! And here's a photo of Antony in action.