And now he's crapping on the floor.
I hate him. I hope he dies. (I'm only joking a little bit.) Really, he's just not a good cat and I don't like him at all.

Mally has been peeing outside the box all day.
And just now I noticed, hey, it's brown!
Stupid thing has a bladder infection probably. I guess we'll be taking him to the vet tomorrow. =P

Having a rough time this week.
It's a very odd feeling and it's not one I can explain to anyone who doesn't already understand. But oh my gosh I want to go home.
Still alive. Still off pain meds. Still off anti-depressants. Still about an ant's ass away from losing it. I need a drink. But I can't! =(

I started spotting Saturday morning. By Sunday I knew if I was pregnant I wasn't anymore. I had my blood test this morning. HCG level is 9000. So I was pregnant.
Ugh.

My mortgage company just sent us a letter to inform us that an employee has sold our information.

FUCK!

Dear Dryer: I FUCKING HATE YOU ( Read more... )

( Thar Be Spoilers Ahead )

I just want to run around the house screaming at the top of my lungs ( Read more... )

Okay I don't know why but my new pain meds make my insomnia worse.
I've been laying in bed for the last 2 hours. I gave up and got up to get a drink of water. Blah.
I needs mah sleeps.

Sat at 2 pm, 2 tickets row 11 $150 for two tickets.
katie, you or anyone you know interested?