18cent octopus

today was the strangest day ever. the strangest normal day ever, I mean.

first: I slept in. Chloe had a haircut appointment at 10am and it takes half an hour to get there and I woke up at 9am. which didn’t give me a lot of time to answer the 4586 support requests i’d received during my sleep about a server being down. but I could access it! but they were still saying it was down! so I replied to them all saying they were dumb and it was up, dumbos.

then I hurried Chloe off to her appointment and went to the mall until it was time to pick her up again. only because it’s monsoon it’s very dark, the sky, so the air is dark. except on the ocean-horizon it was clear, so it looked like the sun was just rising. and it stayed like that all day! a day-long sunrise! but it was so dark it felt suspenseful like a cyclone, though there was no wind. and I felt so strange.
anyway. I tried desperately not to spend money but did.

then when I got home I had even more support requests. and I couldn’t access the server anymore! but before I could do anything mumm made me go grocery shopping with her.
I spotted baby octopi in the fish section and demanded she ask the counterboy for one. but she wouldn’t. so I asked him for one and it was 18cents. and I also bought a penis-shaped eggplant. eggplants are a lovely colour, besides. i’ll take pictures of them both tomorrow.

so! I came home and after many emails and stresses I discovered that the server was only down to half the world’s ISPs, which means it was actually up. but as of around 20 hours later I still can’t reach it. so.

another strange thing: I decided today that I want to switch degrees to veterinary science. so I looked up the requirements.. and I don’t have them. so I won’t be doing that. mmm. psychology just seems such a useless degree, though I love it so. I want to be a forensic psychologist, but? as if that’d ever happen in 99billion years.

mumm applied to the navy again. she applied when she was 34 but since she was right on the age limit she didn’t end up joining. when she noticed today that they’d raised the age limit to 50 she signed up right away. they have an online test, like an IQ test, which is used to analyse what type of position you’d be suited to, and it said officer for her. so she put air traffic controller as first preference and intelligence as second. intelligence! that means spy! oh i’d love to be a spy. but i’d have to get a degree first, anyway, to make it to spy-level.

one more strange thing: my computer arrived! brand new computer, and it’s black, hurrah. it was only $500 because I got it through mumm’s bank and they subsidise it. but I upgraded the hard drive and ram so it was more.. but I can’t remember now. but it’s lovelie. I got it ’cause I can’t take my current computer down with me because it’s leased. but i’ve already transferred everything across, and am on the new one right now! I called it shangrila. it is sparklie.

it’s 5:20am. it’s been pouring non-stop heavily for 12 hours, the pool is flooding the backyard, and the salt will kill the garden forever, ohno. and very loud frogs are croaking also nonstop. it’s been raining for weeks and the dam has only risen 3% and we’re still officially drought-declared.

so that’s why today was strange. but I forgot one thing: on the way home from shopping with mumm we had to stop in the middle of the freeway for a giant black goat.

oh, I forgot another thing. nanna told me what the doctor told poppa:

The Specialist looked at the M.R.I. and X-Rays, noting the bone growing on the spinal cord, and told us it was squashing the spinal cord in a few places. He said it was a complex situation.
To operate they would have to go through his throat, which would be bad he said as Poppa has a really wide thick neck, it would involve large scale surgery. With bone removed earlier from his hip (same op) he would have to cut out a section, or sections as there are a few parts, and replace with the new bone from his hip. During this time there would be quite a chance of him having a heart attack, or a clot could go to his lung, or because of the seriousness of the surgery he could easily end up a quad with no bodily control at all…
this was quite a shock… as the alternative to this is the same in the end anyway, as the bone will paralyse him in time…
This guy is the very best there is but he wants an opinion from a neurologist in N.S.W. So we have an appointment to see him then back to Mr,. Tan.
Wayne has already said he will not have the operation…
We will cope…