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Wow, this week has been a real hummer, and I brought it on my self. First my job was throwing more at me than I had time to do, and I was already extremely lethargic (partly anemia and partly some kind of gluten intolerance, which I have discovered must be true by not eating any more gluten) and I have been too tired to put in any more overtime than necessary to keep myself from getting hanged for not getting something done.
Then this week, my fault, I got p.o'd at my landlord for opening the door on my hurried lunch hour (after I did not respond to his knocking, not knowing or caring if it was him but alas the door was ajar) just to 'remind' me to close my bedroom window whenever I leave the house. Due to previous cr*p about that I won't go into here, I slammed the door on him and turned the deadbolt lock on. Not surprisingly, I got a 30-day eviction notice posted on my door upon returning from work that day.
Where I live the housing is extremely expensive, and so tight I can't find a single rental (or even a room for rent!) that will allow me to move in with my beloved cat. 30 days to get out, and no where to go so I am planning on moving into a storage unit.
And my best buddy took off for the summer, maybe for good, tonite, so between all these things I am just sitting in a tearful panic-stricken pile of stinky self-pity tonite. Eating nothing but an occasional spoonful of peanut butter and a banana to keep from starving myself and drinking gobs of coffee and wondering why I live on the one place on the planet that I appear to not be wanted.
Snap out of it, remember what OTHER people are going through, and walk through the mud . . . . .even if it just seems to be getting deeper and deeper til I can't breathe anymore . . . . if I did not have this big old cat it would not be nearly as stressful or scary, but it's okay, I just wanted to dump somewhere tonite and try to clear my head.
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