Fuck this fucking cat. Gone. I want it gone. I have never met an animal so needy and clingy and annoying in my life. 4 something this morning she's fucking with everything, sticking her face in my face. ARGH! She's still bugging me. I can't close the door then the dog will be confused. I want all of them gone except one cat. The one cat that may be sick and dying. The one cat that I have to take to the vet in a few hours. I'd like to not have any broken pets for a while. Is that an option? Do they make pets that aren't constantly at the fucking vet? I took the dog in yesterday. Fun times. She shit on the floor the minute we walked in. That was embarrassing. I talked it over with my therapist yesterday. I am willing to let B have all of them. ALL OF THEM. Except my one cat. My one baby stays with me.
In other news, I had a meeting with the company CEO yesterday from 4pm until 5:30pm. I was worried that my job was finally being dissolved. So I decided to dress up, look nice, and go in head held high. Turns out I was getting a promotion. Yep. Okay. Wasn't expecting that. But I am glad I dressed nice. I looked very professional and it paid off. I got complimented on how well dressed I was and felt like I was being taken seriously as part of the senior management team. Go me.
C had a bad day dealing with redneck idiots yesterday and was on the verge of a breakdown most of the day. I discussed with my therapist why we're having such a rough time being apart and she pointed out that first off, our primary language is touch which has been taken from us, and second our personalities are so well aligned in terms of complimentary functionality that we feel like were "missing" something when the other isn't readily available. All true. Just one more day and she will be back here and both of us will be calmer and feel more stable.
Today vet, then a quick stop at the tiki bar. Not a big night out. Just one or two drinks and then in bed. It's a quiet weekend planned.
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