No Time to Fuzz?

I don’t know how this is possible, but I seem to have no time to fuzz. The fuzz lays there with his sad eyes staring at me as I run around doing stupid things all day. Everytime I go to pet the fuzz, I am called away to do some mind-numbingly, useless, irritating errand/call/to get bitched at. Not that starting a blog has helped – but it relieves the stress so that I don’t overpet the fuzz when I happen to have time to pet the fuzz. The fuzz, however, does need petting. More like grooming. His fur is everywhere – coming out in huge clumps and small pieces all day long. He must be shedding pounds just from losing fur alone (he’s also on a diet cause he’s a fatass as mentioned earlier).

Speaking of, I have just changed his food regimen for the upteenth time in weeks. He has no Artemis dry food and some Purina Veterinary Diet OM (Overweight Management) that has almost no fat in it whatsoever. He seems not to mind. Probably from the fish oil I put on his food. DAMN, does that stuff reek. If you get it on your hands – beware! for everything you touch shall smell like fish for days.

Anyways, I am attempting to get a hold on all the stupid little errands in my life so that I have time to clean my room and see what I need to buy or sell or get rid of or throw away before I move. But as you may or may not know, these little things seem to multiply the more you do them. For instance, I paid my cell phone bill only to have two letters to write for the company I work for (sort of) and sort out four more bills for them. Once I sorted their bills, before I had a chance to write their letters, I urgently have to sit on a phone trying to figure out why Delta is being a douche – yet again. Immediately afterwards, my mother needs my help to find people who are mushroom hunting. While my dad wants to know why I haven’t paid my American Express yet. It’s an insane kind of warphole where the more you try, the more you have to try…and the farther you fall from your goal. On the bright side, after two weeks of battle – I have almost nixed all the stupid stuff and will soon begin the perilous journey of uncluttering the mess in my car, garage, attic, and room. Wow, am I NOT looking forward to it.

For the first time in about eight years, I have changed my screen name. From my previously loved i3luntGod, I have upgraded to fuzzz machine in honor of my new chronicles. Now all that’s left is to inform my friends and actually have buddies on my buddy list. Some more stupid stuff to add to the list. Poor fuzz machine – needs his fuzzing as much as I need to fuzz. Having an addiction requires much organizing nowadays. Those lucky alcoholics, they lose their jobs and have all the time in the word…but what about us???