He Wants A Shoehorn in Hello

The kind with teeth…

Called the Widdle Hotline at 6 AM and had to go for a screening. Had been up all night cause hey, who needs sleep, amirite? Eventually passed out sometime this afternoon and slept late into the evening. Mom has been in a bad mood for a few days now and keeps taking it out on me. Ah, life.

Around 11 PM-ish I went out for my daily icee. It was weird for me driving around at that time. My mind instantly though, “Well. The cheap liquor store closed an hour ago. The one off Golf road closed at 11. There is the one on University that’s opened till midnight, I think. Or I can get on 72 East and head over Chapman Mountain to the store opened till 1 AM. Or if I feel like driving to Madison there is the all night liquor store on County Line Road.” Insane thinking, I know. But honestly, after the bitching, whining and tongue lashings I’ve had this week I felt broken. Like all this shit is my fault. Yes, I know rehab is going to be $240 a month, yes I know the vet bill for Smokey will suck* but this is out of my hands!

*I didn’t take him to the vet cause he started walking on his rear leg with no complaints. Though as the day went by his limp came back and he got very ornery. I was supposed to take him earlier today (Thursday) but he saw the cat taxi and hid. I have an appointment made for Monday but if I can grab his furry butt I’ll take him in later on today.

I’m not being directly blamed for some of these financial hardships by I know a few of them fall on me as it’s my crap. I’m taking her to work today so I can have the car. I’m going to withdrawal at least $1200 from savings and pay off the two medical bills. Sigh, hopefully I’ll still have enough for court costs or any other unexpected crap to arise from my legal issues.

It’s 3:08 AM.
Do you know where your sanity is?

If it wasn’t for disappointment…I wouldn’t have any appointment.

Last updated June 09, 2023