First thing, it's really good that I don't get attacks from blazing ads on the web. Okay, I've rolled my eyes, and so I'm going on.

Second thing, yesterday I finally got the CD set that I'd been waiting for! Faith and the Muse came out with a new one, and I had heard bits online, but it arrived yesterday! It's good. It's really good. It's doubleplusgood!!!

Third thing, that is as many times as the nurse had to stab me today before she got the needle in precisely right. I get Tysabri treatments once a month or so, and it's working really well for me. But this nurse might need to get a wee bit of training in the stabbing patients with a needle repeatedly field...

*ahem*

Fourth thing, I have no idea what to tell Per that I would like for Christmas. Any ideas?

Fifth thing, I'd better get back to my porn writing now. It's going to get cold without me!

*ahem* (That's a completely different kind of throat-clearing than earlier!)

Oooooh! There was a sudden display of fireworks outside our window! Pretty cool, and I wish I could have gotten some photos, but not knowing about it beforehand, I couldn't get out the camera and tripod in time. So I sat and watched them boom and fizzle and sizzle away...

Cherry Coke & bourbon.

Cherry Coke is here in Denmark, probably not for as long as I would like, but we got some.

Y'know, I never would've thought that the two would go well together, but they do!

Mmmmmm!

Okay, it's still just barely morning where I am sitting, but it still counts.

Hrmph.

I'm tired right now, even though I've been awake for a couple of hours already. I had some Cheerios with yogurt for breakfast not long ago, and my dear, sweet kitty licked the bowl for me. This cat is going to get the runs, I know it, I know it.

Today, I have to stay awake. For a while yet, anyway. There is a talk at work, and not with the boss-man, but with an outsider about why Danes are so weird. Yes, that is the title. So, it looks like I have some things to learn about today. This afternoon, actually, from 4 pm. Or 16.00, in Danish time-reckoning.

I'm sitting here right now, yawning and listening to Faith and the Muse, which I very much enjoy and which isn't at all causing my yawning. What is the cause for my yawning? Could have to do with dreaming about losing my teeth. It wasn't that I couldn't find them, but that they dropped out of my mouth, a few at a time. And, in my dream, I had to deal with a Danish dentist who didn't speak English, and... *sigh*

Perhaps I should paint my nails today. A nice dark shade of red might work wonders for my sleepiness.

Of course, now I'm thinking about food in the US, thankyouverymuch, Basil.

Because Little Miss Moxie does not at all care for catnip, we are all surprised. Shouldn't cats *adore* catnip? Something that was named for them? Something that should appeal to their tastebuds and purr synthesizers? (Tell me what organ makes the purr sound, anyway. I'll stick with 'purr synthesizers' until told otherwise.)

Per bought Moxie some catnip buds just recently, and she wants nothing but NOTHING to do with them. They look like green chocolate chips, but she turns up her nose and looks for other things to nibble upon, maybe real chocolate chips. She had a similar reaction to real catnip: 'What is this crap?' you could practically read her mind. We even have a rope claw sharpener/skritcher/scratcher sprayed with catnip scent, and she cannot get away from it fast enough.

My father, Rex, has decided that Moxie must be a member of the Kitty Temperance League. She is merely displaying her good sense and sensibilities for all to admire and partake of, in the form of a crusade against catnip! 'No Nip Is Good Nip', says she.

Incidentally, searching Google for 'Kitty Temperance League' turns up nothing named such, so ... ???

Of course, not here in Denmark. Per is coming home from a business trip, and Thursday was a work day, although not for me. I slept and slept and slept some more. Then I got up and fed Little Miss Moxie, then slept some more. Not too bad, I guess, for a non-turkey Thursday. Of course, I did have some turkey meatballs for dinner with some pasta, which Per made before he left on his trip, and it was good. I might say that I could taste his love he added, but I don't want to make you all puke. :-S

I'm going to bed soon, if only to await Per's return. *sigh* What that man puts up with, I just don't know why...

Whatever is Gale babbling about now? The fish treats that she bought for Miss Puddly-Cuddly-Purrface. They are labelled in Danish, followed by Finnish, followed by ... I have no idea at all. That's the labelling outside on the face of the box, but the pouches inside are labelled in English and lots of other languages. So, she has tonfisk (tuna), lax (salmon), sardin (sardines, naturally) and sik. What in the everlovinmotherofgod is sik? It's whitefish. Could it not be labelled such on the outside of the box? I guess it is, but it's Danish. Makes me roll my eyes.

And because I no longer have a memory I can trust, I had to get up twice to check while I wrote this, once to be certain about the Danish word and once to be absolutely, 100% certain that the fish was white.

I have more to say about my memory, but I can't remember what it was.

Ha!

No, seriously, I'm frustrated as hell, but I'm not going to vent now.

I'm going to go watch my little kitty, the Kittiest of Them All, attack a cat toy.

On this mostly sunny, ever so cloudy day, I saw Per off on a business trip. I couldn't go back to sleep when he left, but I tried with Little Miss Kittypants at my side. Speaking of whom, she

is focused on where the meowing sounds are coming from! She just walked over my keyboard, but I'm not going to edit her typing. Okay, it was just the return key a couple of times, but anyway.

Eventually, I woke up, got up, put on some clothes, had something to eat, and put on more clothes because I was going outside. I wandered down to the store on the corner, which I don't much like anyway, but they have Malteasers and ... cat treats. Actually, they didn't have any treats, which I didn't find out until I got there today. But I got her some fishy meal bits, which include salmon, tuna and who knows what other types of fish. Um, I would, but I can't remember.

Here I am, sitting at the Mac, with a new CD on play: A Cat-Shaped Hole in My Heart. It's not bad, not the best, but not too bad.

The meowling has silented itself now, so my fuzzy one has left the room.

I need to find Jingle Cats, I think. I vaguely remember hearing it in the early 80s, with meowing and mewing to Jingle Bells. I don't much think that Per would enjoy it, though...

The Itty Bitty Kitty's bed...

That is all.

For today, anyway.

There is a song there somewhere, I just know it...

The spelling of words in English is quizzical, isn't it? If you take the previous examples, friends and fiends, the vowels (ie) are in the same spots but with completely different sounds. Also, if you were to take fierce and weird -- as in Moxie Loxie's fierce or weird ears -- the vowels are swapped about but pronounced the same way. Huh.

So, what brought Gale to this point?

Danish drives me crazy sometimes, like when Per and I were in the mall this afternoon. I kept hearing children crying out for their mothers, and I have no idea how the mothers could tell the children's cries apart, but I guess mother bears know their cubs.

Anyway. Danish. The word for mother in Danish is mor. That isn't pronounced like the English word more at all. In fact, cried out in the store, it sounded like "MOOOOO-AH!"

The Danish people do not regularly give the R very much emphasis, even if it's the beginning letter of a word. Whereas the English press their tongue against their teeth to give a good R it's rrrrrrrring, the Danes don't do much at all for the R. It's a frustrating letter, and not entirely silent, but only mostly so, like so many others that are not at all silent in the English language. Anyway.

Can someone explain to me why in the name of god the Danes don't speak English already? There are, what?, six million of them, and so many more of us English-speakers, so why don't we ... grumph. Okay, never mind. It's not a vote. If it were, the electoral college -- oops, I typed 'collage'! -- would hear from me. Anyway.

Back to the previous subject. I hated hearing "MOOOOO-AH!" so many goddamn times in the store. It was like a group of calves got onto a roller-coaster: they would MOOOOO going up and scream going down.

Why in the name of fuck did they let so many calves into the store, anyway?

Grrrr...

There was an interesting dream going through my head last night. I say going through my head because it was in two parts, separated by Moxie Doxie wanting to come INTO THE ROOM ALREADY AND BE FED NOW!!! Hmmm, I wonder who is the viking in this scenario?

At any rate, I'm trying to make sense of it now, as I don't think I could just go back to sleep and have a third part. It was fairly complex, that I do know, and and and ...

I have absolutely no idea, but it's almost 10 AM, so I'm going to get up and go about the day.

Cats. Hrmph.

And our itty bitty kitty is getting biggerer and biggerer every day. She has the worst case of SBDs I have ever smelt with a cat around. We have this suspicion that every leap is powered by a fart. She leaps a lot, let me tell you.

Luckily enough, she has stopped bedding down between our heads in the bed, as she used to do until recently. There is a carpet of kitty fur, striped like she is, between our pillows. Instead, she has chosen to make her nest at our feet, which isn't bad. After all, they smell and she ... *ahem*

She is sweet and furry, which together would be swurry, I suppose, if I were in a Lewis Carroll mood, which I woke up in. Yeah, this morning I woke up with the phrase "and the mome raths outgrabe" echoing in my head. I have no idea why. After all, it's not as though I've read or seen Jabberwocky at all recently, so your guess is as good as mine. So, regardless, I have a swurry kitty, yes I do!

However, she also has fierce ears. I have dubbed her Fierce Ears for one of her evening projects, which is hunting me down after I crawl into bed and -- *dum dum DUM* -- there is a pair of fierce ears looking for something to chomp onto! *Jaws music plays here* And there's Fierce Ears just waiting to get you!

...that I could have so little to say here for days on end?

Well, I'm writing and working on a project for which I'm doing some graphics and ... it sounds like a lot to me just now, but I'm taking it easy. Nuts. Is that from a Steve Miller song or BNO or ... phbtzzz. How is that for a diphthong? Or maybe a quadrupthong?

00000000 I have a very pretty kitty who is trying to enter her wishes here, and I think she wishes most for FOOD!

There is a spot on my shoulder that received an injection today. Against swine flu, or H1N1, or whateverthehellyoucallit. It's apparently not widely distributed, but my doctor thought of me because of my MS, and offered it to me, so I took it.

The spot is still rather achey. Grumph.

At least Joan, Per's father's wife, came over this afternoon with SCONES! And they were deliciousness and wonderfulness in baked good form! Of course, there also were blueberry muffins, but...SCONES! Okay, I'll calm down...

Little Moxie Dearest was rather standoffish and nervous in Joan's presence, although she only went hissy and puffy-tailed once and rather calmed down later in the visit, selecting to sit on the sofa with her, although not taking her up on the offer, freely offered, hug. Kitty hugs cost, dontchaknow?

I see a button, or I would if I could if I still went to cons:

'Kitty hugs cost, dontchaknow?'

... are not going to the dentist. Graphemdliwerjoiwe. *breathe breathe breathe*

I now have a crown. Not that I've been crowned, but I got one on a tooth. So, no need to call me Your Highness or Your Majesty, unless that turns you on!

The crappy news is that there is another tooth that needs crowning, too. Gwweorijcomiejp9wrflk. *breathe breathe breathe*

I can say that my entire mouth is numb. Well, except for my tongue. The dentist had to get out...(insert drum beats here)...the TONGUE TRAPPER! Okay, that is what I am calling it. Basically, it's a stout wire with coating that prevents my tongue from protecting my teeth when they're being drilled.

In the meantime, my mouth and face hurt now, and I think I'll spend the rest of the day in bed.

Except that I'm hungry. Darn. I had a cup of soup earlier, but it just made me hungrier. Grrwoeijrqio, or so says my stomach, so I'll have to go figure out what else I can eat just now.

Incidentally, Moxie just loves this userpic that I lifted from CZ, I believe. Some time ago, but she loves fish and loves movement, so therefore, five and six!

I sayeth unto you, Hrmph.


First, I was reminded,though I don't remember how, that I used to bite my nails. Nope, I don't mean fingernails, although I did bite those, too. I do mean my toenails. I used to be rather a lot nimbler and stretchy in my youthern days.

Second, this little kitty -- you know, the itty bitty witty kitty? -- is having a drink of water from my glass. I think I need to change what I said, perhaps to Grmph.

Grmph.

Works for me.

Third, I have a dentist appointment in the morning. It is now almost 1 am, though not exactly morning. I guess I'm nervous or something.

Grrrrmph.

Trying to get tired is tiring work, isn't it?

I wish I could sleep as easily as this Moxie-cat, but no dice.

Grrrrrmph.

Did Gale go back in time to when she was 5 years old? Um, no, I assure you. It does seem rather odd to me to be drinking a glass of milk, without any accompaniments. Truly, I don't mean orchestral accompaniment, but rather chocolate cake, chocolate chip cookies, and that sort of delicious accompaniment. Would that I, could that I... Mmm...

Oops, lost in my thoughts there for a moment!

No, not relaxacizing, as I first thought to write.

Anyway, Gale is home today, it being a Thursday and that not being one of the days she's expected in.

So, what is Gale doing today? She is writing writing writing, with little breaks to change the laundry in the machine and pet the itty bitty witty kitty when she demands it. You know cats, they just demand things, and someone has to fill 'em up. If you don't know cats, well, you should get to know 'em because, as demanding as they are, they are luxuriously sweet and purry-furry.

Speaking of purry-furry, I do want to add one note: Little Miss M. has no periphery in our lives, but she is purry-furry in herself personified, or would that be catified?

Incidentally, Little Miss M. stepped on the keyboard when I had iTunes open, and she renamed one of the playlists. She renamed it to something that made utterly no sense to anyone whose first language is not Cat, so I had to rename it myself. To what? I heard you ask. To what else? I answer. Moxie's mewsic.

Now, Gale is going back to whatever she was doing beforehand.

...everyone who wrote to wish me well despite my fall on the floor and striking of my head yesterday. Just to let you know: I did *not* faint, because I was completely cognizant of everything going on, including my legs just stopping working. *sigh*

Anyway. Today was my infusion of Tysabri for the month. You know what I did today? I took a *whole* dopamine pill instead of the halves I've been taking. It seems to really be a huge difference. Um, let me specify: HUGE!

I don't feel like *splat**crap**kerbabble* after a few hours. I have personality again, one that made the taxi driver comment upon it. Ooops, I guess that means I have to watch it a little more carefully and dial it down, just so random people don't start thinking that I'm a lunatic.

That said, I am now home and safe and warm(ish). But, y'know what? It started snowing while I was at the hospital! There was no accumulation, but big fat flakes were falling while I was looking out the window at it! Made me feel happy, I guess. Made me feel alive.

Per is on his way home to me, which I am so thankful for, you have no idea. My bruised knees and tibia/fibula just have to say, 'Ow!' I have bruises all over my...everything. I'm sure that, in a couple of days, I'll be completely blue. As I've said to Per, he looks good in blue. *ahem* Never mind that last comment at all! I'll just be here, clearing my throat, so...

Well, maybe something else collapsed, but I'm referring to myself.

See, what happened was this: I went out to go to the drug store and get some vitamins, as well as buy myself a bagel sandwich with pastrami. I was having a really difficult time getting home again. This was my day off work, see, so just home to sandwich and drug store for Gale.

Except. I was having a difficult time with my legs and feet coming home again. This wasn't a hike, really, it was only about three blocks and back again. I had to stop a couple of times and lean against a building to rest.

It was a damned good thing that I brought a grocery bag with me, because a small drug store bag

So, I finally got myself through the front door of the apartment building, and I decided to stop and get the mail in. Shouldn't have, shouldn't have, grrrr.

What did I do? I was trying to put things from the mailbox, and one of my legs just collapsed. I'm actually trying to remember how it happened, because I don't recall. It wasn't that I fainted, because I have complete recollection of everything, from falling to whacking my head against the floor to screaming after it happened.

I thought that I should be able to get upright again with no problem, but it was. *sigh* There is no furniture with the mailboxes, I dropped my cane in the fall, and I just couldn't figure out how to get up again.

In the middle of this came a man who rapped on the glass front door. He'd seen me fall and was willing to come in and help me up again, despite the fact that he was pushing a baby carriage. I tried to wave him away, but he didn't go. With great difficulty I managed to get to my knees and unlock the door for him. He came in and he helped me up, over my protests that I really wasn't drunk or stoned (!), thank God he could and did.

Managing to get upstairs with the mail I shouldn't have bothered with, as well as my sandwich and vitamins, I fell into bed for a long while, with a little pussycat who I was so so SO happy to see. She was cuddly and purry and licked away my tears as I shed them.

Per is still on a business trip until tomorrow night, would that he were home and holding me. *sigh*

It's really good that tomorrow, I go to work and then to the hospital for my latest Tysabri infusion. But no more other gallivanting for me.

Okay, things aren't very bad, but that word just occurred to me, and I wanted to capture it.

Kind of like last night when I was going to bed, taking off my clothes, and talking to Little Miss Moxie, our resident feline: "Yes, sweet thing, I'm going to bed, and you can join me there, where you'll purr and rub up against me and purr some more and be purrrfect!"

And I continued, wrapped in the comforter, petting her all the while: "Purr, purr, purr, let it all out, all over me... Because you are very purrrsuasive, I know that... Not at all purrrrsnickety, not you... Because you are purrrrrtinent, we all know..."

And the petting continued until everyone was asleep.

Tonight, the program will run again.