I really love snow leopards.
Like, a lot.
In my Facebook feed, Cheyenne Mountain Zoo has a post about conserving energy and the simple little things you can do to help. Good guy Zoo is doing it right. But I'm pretty fucking sure they knew that I was going to be looking, because the picture they posted to go along with the post was of a snow leopard, though there was nothing specifically related to snow leopards anywhere about the thing.
This caused quite the sensation in my brain.
Please allow me to inform you on what just happened in my house.
I ran frantically around, shutting off lights.
Roommate: HEY! What the fuck, Drea?
Me: You don't need these lights, Allen!
Roommate: Uh, I'm, pretty sure I'm watching hockey right now.
He said that because I turned the television off.
Me: THE SNOW LEOPARDS!!! They need all of the energies, apparently!
Roommate: ....Do they want to watch hockey?
Me: It's very possible that they do.
Roommate: Then they can come over here, because I'm watching this.
Me, sitting down, with excited tears on my face: Oh my gosh, do you think they would??
Skinny grey cat just came by for pettings, and I looked at her disdainfully and said, you are not a snow leopard. She responded by hitting me with her head. She cares not for my disdain, only for being petted.
The rats were looking hungry for peanut butter, so I indulged them. Brisby was super tender and delightful while he ate the peanut butter off of my finger (that's how I taught him the one trick he knows, which is simply called "shoulder". In which I say shoulder, and he runs up onto my shoulder. I hope you understood that, because it's fairly complicated), but Andes turned into a fucking devil machine and chomped right into the juciest, tenderest part of the cushion on my finger tip, and clung on for dear life. I imagine that if I had removed my hand and flung it about, he would have stayed on for the ride, and somewhere, softly, carnival music would play as Andes took the carousel ride of his life. I reprimanded him and gave Brisby his peanut butter. I didn't want Andes to go without, so I put a dollop on a sunflower seed and gave it to him, which he promptly grabbed out of my fingers, rather rudely, I feel.
I spent some time with The (Boy)Friend last night. He has the sexiest facial scruff going on, and I've been all manner of distracted with thoughts about it all day. I get to see him again tomorrow night before he leaves Wednesday morning, and I'm excited. And nervous. Most of all, I'm sad, achey, and preemptively lonesome for him. I find myself wondering how to make time stop, because if tomorrow doesn't come, then Wednesday doesn't, either. It's very selfish of me, so I'm trying to keep those thoughts away completely. But it's not easy. I've been doing my best not to bother him with texts or phone calls, because I know he has other people to say goodbye to and hang out with, and I don't want to interrupt that. I've been pretty successful at not texting him when I want to, though I do plan on texting him goodnight when I get ready to go to sleep. It's been hard, not sleeping next to him these last few nights. When he would go out of town, it was different. And while sleeping without him was a bummer, it didn't crush my feels like it does now. I'm terrified that Thursday night was the last time that I'll ever get to sleep next to him again. And stupid me, I was asleep and not awake to enjoy it. Damn lack of foresight! Get your shit together. I just...I really want to write about it here, because typing in here feels very natural when it comes to working out what's going on inside my head. But I also don't want to seem melodramatic, or ridiculous, or worse, like I'm just throwing the private goings on between me and The (Boy)Friend out for any ol' person to see. And that's not my style. So for now, mum's the word. I can't promise that I will stick to that, because chances are very good that I will, in the very near future, unload my thoughts here. More than likely with a picture to match. However, to repeat, today and this entry are not that day and entry.
I wanted to take pictures tonight on my way home from the gym, but this storm isn't really allowing that. Also, I have not gone to the gym, and thus have not made my way home from the gym, so my laziness has also put the kibosh on that plan. I am going to be going to the gym in a few minutes here. Once I listen to my new favorite song that is also crushing my feels. Oh, you! When will you ever learn!
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