one of my new favorite blogs is I talk too much [we're rude - deal with it].  it’s a blog review site reminiscent of Go Fug Yourself, another of my favorite blogs.  the difference is, bloggers submit their sites to be reviewed by the self-proclaimed bitches over at IT2M.  here’s what they said about mine:

I know why this lady is so depressed; she’s probably coated in cat hair and cat pee. Part of me feels sorry for this lady who has been sick for a long time. The other part is pissed off for not being able to reclaim the last 30 minutes of my life wasted on reading her blog.

She has a boyfriend named Brian, and he apparently has some problems too. What a miserable duo.

Her template is ok, but the fixed background is annoying and her posts are dreary. Bleeeeeech.

this is mild compared to some of their other reviews, believe me.  actually, i think it’s funny and they have some good points.

one of the comments was left by another of the blog’s bitches mentioning random pop-ups.  i’ve always wondered about that.  i absolutely hate pop-ups, so if they’re still appearing, could you guys please let me know?

anyway, the bitch is right–my posts, especially lately, have been really dreary, and i never even realized it, so i’m glad she pointed it out.

as for the fixed background, does anyone else find it annoying?  i thought it would be more annoying if it weren’t fixed, so maybe i’ll try both.

they gave me 1 smack out of 5.  how many can you get?  if you don’t have a thick skin, though, don’t submit your blog.

original review is here.

went to bed at 12:30 a.m., which is very, very early for me. i didn’t get up ’til 2:00 p.m. it isn’t even that i’m sleepy all the time, i’m realizing, it’s that my body feels so…worn…out. and i’m not even doing anything!

i have absolutely no appetite whatsoever, so when i do eat, it’s junk. but not eating can actually make people (more?) depressed because your body isn’t getting all of the nutrients it needs. already, i don’t have any energy.

it’s hard to describe; i feel like something’s sucking the life out of me. i’m tempted to attribute it to aliens, but that’s because i watched invasion last night. heehee. that, and i can’t find any other explanation.

the pdoc said it could be a virus, but i always associate viruses with flu- and cold-like symptoms, which i don’t have. my therapist mentioned anemia, which i’ve had in the past, so that could be it. i see the chiro tomorrow, and he’ll probably say it’s because i haven’t been drinking my protein shakes. well, is it my fault that the blender died? blame the landlord! heh.

*sigh* all right. time to make a doctor’s appointment.

saw my therapist today. i told her that i’m sick of being bipolar; that it isn’t fair. i’ve been thinking about this ever since last Thursday, when Brian and i met with the couples counselor for the second time. Brian said that if we didn’t both have mood disorders, we probably wouldn’t even be there. it’s made me start wondering what else would be different about our situation, or at least mine, since he’s functioning at a higher level than i am at the moment–than i have been for the past 2 years. would i have a career? would we have kids? would we not have so much credit card debt from having to pay for meds and other crap in the past?

part of the reason i’ve been procrastinating about applying for disability is because i’m afraid that it will label me, somehow, like it’ll mean that my occupation is: mental patient. or if i get denied, then i’ll feel like i’ve failed even at that–of not being a good enough mental patient.

i realize there’s no use asking what if, what if, what if, but i’m just so tired of having to struggle just to get out of bed every single day. i’m sick of not being able to get caught up paying our credit cards, especially since we haven’t used them in months! if i could work, we wouldn’t even be in this situation.

we can’t take vacations. we couldn’t even have a wedding because when we got married, we did it because my student health insurance was about to expire. so romantic. i mean, we knew we would get married one day, just not when we did. and it was one of the worst days of my life, thanks to my mother, but that’s another story.

ok, now i’m rambling so i’ll shut up.

i’ve cleaned this up as much as i can, i think, without having to create more pages.  most stuff is now listed under Menu, so hopefully the blog won’t take as long to load, especially when LibraryThing or Tag-Board is down.  my proudest accomplishment, such as it is, is the Tagboard (that does not contain pop-ups).  to leave a tag, click on the link and a Tagboard-sized window opens up with the Tagboard on it!  it’s so cool.  i know.  i’m a geek.

Today’s Daily Pet Care Tip from Practical Pet Care (archived link missing) says:

When bathing your cat, add a little vinegar or lemon juice to the rinse water, to wash away strong odors and cut soap film.

Who bathes their cat? Years ago I read that bathing your cat(s) helps cut down on household allergens. So like an idiot, I tried it. Guess what? It worked! My allergies weren’t nearly as bad.

I only had Basil and Hopper then, and it was an all day affair. First of all, you’re supposed to do this in a kitchen that has a double sink. Yeah, right. I lived in a studio at the time. I was lucky to have a kitchen at all. And then, you’re supposed to have one of those sink attachments that you can use like a shower head. Whatever.

Dressed in my bathing suit, I actually got into the tub with them because it was the only way to accomplish the task. I took one of the cats, shut the door so they couldn’t escape, and held them under the faucet. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get a cat’s fur wet all the way down to the skin so you can actually shampoo them? While making sure the head and face don’t get wet at all?

Since that was already traumatizing, I decided not to traumatize them further by placing them in the carrier and using a blow dryer to dry their fur. This is the part that took so long: it took the rest of the day for them to dry, no matter how much I towel dried them. They would lick and lick and lick their fur, so by nighttime they were coughing up hairballs.

Here’s my pet care tip when it comes to bathing your cat: don’t do it. Take some allergy meds instead.