JessieDog gave us one hell of a scare over the weekend, when she started wetting on everything. Not only was she going prodigiously, but good lord, the smell. Of course I was thinking the worse — with her lymphoma progressing much more rapidly than we’d like, I assumed organ failure of some sort.

We took her into the vet this evening, and our wonderful vet said that no, we’re probably not there yet… for now we’re all assuming it’s the world’s stinkiest bladder infection. She got an injection of antibiotics, and she’s on some really strong stuff for the next ten days, and we’ll see where things go from there.

I’m torn between the desire for my dog to live forever, and the desire all of this to be over and my dog to stop feeling like crap — even though I know we wouldn’t be together anymore. But I’d really like a happy Jessie to be here for Christmas, and New Year’s, Martin Luther King Day…. 4th of July…. my 50th birthday…..

When I was a kid, back in the early eighties, stickers were all the rage. We collected them and stuck them in our sticker books, which I suspect were just glorified photo albums, but the pages were specially treated so you could take the stickers back off without them ripping. (If your folks wouldn’t or couldn’t buy you a sticker book you usually did end up with a photo album, and trading stickers was a lot harder then.)

I just got my NaNoWriMo stickers (which are ultra-cool), so I thought I’d go buy a sticker book like I had as a kid. (Obviously all my stickers were round-filed years ago. Shame, too, because by now my smurf stickers might’ve been worth something.) But all the sticker books on Amazon come with stickers – and they’re all branded. Getting stickers with your sticker book is cool, but having a sticker book that’s branded to Disney or some other cartoon isn’t as cool – everybody’s going to think those are the only stickers that you’ve got. How lame.

I guess the time has passed for sticker books.

I’m tempted to look for a photo album, but I’m afraid if I did I’d find out that they come pre-filled with photos too.

I’m in training all day today and tomorrow for Flash. As I have Flash at home as well, this is promising for the website. Of course, I said that after I took the Illustrator class too, and the only things I’ve done with that since have been side-jobs doing web design work.

Not that that’s bad, mind, it paid my site fees for this year, but still.

Anyway, I’ll probably have a slightly closer eye on comments today and who knows what else I might find on the web…. plus if you’re really good I might post some of my weirdness here ;)

The last two days have been flat-out. I trained at work. (“Trained” sounds like “drained” for a reason. I think I burn more calories by teaching people how to use Quicken than I do by working out.) I came home and wrote. I ate much junk food. I stayed up way too late. I went out to celebrate that a friend at work got a promotion (good for him, sucks for us, don’t want him to leave) and ate many many mussels and shrimp, and then drove home. I pigged out on too much junk food, and drank my way through a river of soda.

Despite all of this, I won NaNoWriMo this year, squeaking in with less than a minute to go when I crossed the 50,000 word mark. I was so tired during that last thousand words or so that twice I caught myself typing with my eyes closed so that I could rest my very heavy eyelids. Another few minutes and I’d’ve been done for. Thank god for servers that submit quickly, for accepting my win, and for the big comfy bed upstairs.

The book, by the way, is nowhere near done, so no, you cannot read it yet. My winning was a major accomplishment and something that I treasure, but as far as the story is concerned I think I just crossed the halfway point in the story’s final length. Hard to say since so much of it is pure unadulterated crap, too. Ah, the joys of being a writer.

I look forward to also being a cartoonist again, but not right now. Now, this post is disjointed enough, so I sleep.