...shut up and eat.
Menu du jour:
Can't Afford The Vet, Can't Afford The Pet!
I still hate my job. Did you expect that to change?
It's rodent week at the shelter and no one bothered to tell us. The universe is trying to torture me with awful people turning in rats. I wish death on all the people who have mistreated them, and not gotten the help for them they required. There are two at the shelter now with huge neglected cysts/tumors. One turned in by a lady who should not be allowed to walk this earth. She was a colossal bitch. I am throwing negative vibes and curses her way even as I type this, wishing for something wicked and horrible to happen to her.
People who neglect the little pets simply because they are $5 "pocket pets* and refuse to get them vet care when they needed- should be strung up and shot. What's worse is that the shelter treats them the same way. I will now leave this subject behind or I will also go suicidal.
I finished my week without killing anyone amazingly. In my head, I do it constantly.
BUT, I'm off now. I have two glorious days off, which will not at all be long enough for me to recover my sanity.
I got off work and skipped the gym again. So I only managed to go twice this week. Sheesh. I had half a pizza. I went to take a nap but kept getting disturbed. I had stuff to do anyway.
So I did laundry, cleaned my bathroom, cleaned my room. I feel better now. Like I can spend my two days off doing good, nice things. Granted I have errands to run since I just got paid and I am out of several things- but I actually enjoy doing those things even if they deplete my bank account. I also need to go to the pet store. I like spending money on my animals.
A volunteer for the shelter wants me to go to the movies with her. So tomorrow I'll be doing that at some point. My old boss wants to meet for lunch Monday, and I'm supposed to go to dinner with my family for my father and brother's birthdays that night.
In the morning I hope to go for a drive with Wicked and then come home and put Galaxie's harness on to go outside for a while again, see how well she does this time. I'm looking forward to my morning, but I'm in no hurry to get there.
My ratties are out right now, but I think both of them are sleeping on my bed under their blanket. Switch is recovering very well from her surgery, and Sway is doing "ok" despite the bulk from her many little growths. Poor little angel. I bought a memorial pet tag in memory of Slink. Had her name engraved with the years she lived and on the back "My beloved rattie, Rest in Peace, You are missed." I plan on starting this as a regular thing, make a necklace or bracelet out of them as a reminder.
I also need to find a St. Francis statue for the pet cemetery at my 'rents house. I'm not catholic, but I do have a fascination with the saints, and though I don't share his religion, I'm sure St. Francis wouldn't mind guarding my animals. That's what he stands for.
Please universe, give me back some of my sanity.
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