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2005-03-29 - 1:19 p.m. Things that burst, bite, break, fall over, shatter, die or disappear Oh, I seem to be transported to one of those surreal spaces in time whenever I step into my apartment lately. When I awoke this morning I swore I'd think positively all day, and wait for something nice to happen. Forget nice: I'll just aim for unstressful. Last weekend I used a broom to clean under the footed tub, and for some reason the cat ran to a little spot under the sink, the dog went after the cat, I grabbed his water dish and tried to get him in the face, I fell, I grabbed his tail, he turned and bit my forearm, lifted the cat in his jaws and shook her until finally she crawled away under the table. I couldn't get her out without moving a heavy shelving unit, and she was stressed. I decided to do a load of laundry, since the incident had left me and all the clean towels that had fallen off the chair stinking like Stressed Cat Piss. La, la, la, as soon as the water began emptying out of the machine, a pipe burst in two places, so I ran for a pot to catch as much as possible and toss it out the back window. Now I had floodwaters to clean up, and pipe patching to do while lying on my back on the moldy wet floor, a dog who kept growling at the cat under the furniture, and the grumpy cat growling back. Plus my arm was badly bruised from the fall and hurt from the bite. I took the plumber's epoxy to in front of the tv and poured myself a glass of wine. The bottle fell over, and broke the glass. I spent the rest of the weekend repairing plumbing. I called in to work Monday just saying I'd had an 'incident' over the weekend and wouldn't be in. My arm was in pain. I put the dog in the yard and moved the shelving and got the cat in a towel and into the carrier, and called the vet, who took me right away. The dog had severed her spinal cord and $230 and five minutes later, I'd had her put down and was walking back uptown with the empty cat carrier, crying the whole way. The dog looked ashamed, but, he's only a dog. The next day at work several people said I should have him put down, but no. He was instinctively doing what he was bred to do, being so prey-driven, and went for me when I got in the way. Two days ago the display driver broke on my computer, and I can't use it until I install a new one, as the screen keeps disapearing. I need to scan and post to eBay because I have no funds to pay taxes on April 15th, so this comes at a bad time. At least I have this work computer to do d-land. It's been Real.