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Tomorrow's gonna suck, Our dog is getting put down tomorrow. I'm not as sad as I was the last time we thought we had to put him down because now he's just suffering. His one back leg no longer works so he kind of just limps around and if he's laying down he can't get back up. He also has a hard time getting in and our of his dog house. I mean, he cries all night long from the pain in his hips, we're just drawing out his pain by not putting him down. He's too old. The meds the vet gave us for him worked for a little while, but now they don't. When we got him from the Humaine Society (aka the IN-humaine society, fucking murdering assholes) they think he was 8 years old, and he had been abused (turns out the guy was actually from out here.)...that was 6 years ago, so that puts him at 14? I think. That's old for a shepherd. but I hate seeing him in pain more than I hate seeing an empty house.
So Gilles is coming home from his Doctors appointment and taking the dog to the vet. Neither mom nor I can do it, and I have to work anyway. Mom wants his dog house put away too, I don't think I'd be able to handle seeing it without him in it either.
The other really big problem is our kitten. He pretty much Hero worships the dog, so we're afraid that he's going to take off looking for the dog. The dog always gets in between the cats when Kahlua picks on the baby and Tiki follows him around. So we're going to have to keep a closer eye on him so that we don't lose him too.
This week just won't end either. I'm baking with my mom every morning, then I work till 11. The Community days are this weekend and my boss asked me TODAY to do a sign for the tractor promoting the store and the 50's theme. I agreed because I love my boss and it's a great way to get people to see my stuff, but, fuck, cause I don't have enough shit to do! And I work the day they have the tables! So I have to be there with my mom for 9, then at 3 I have to run across the road to work. AND, yeah, there's more, there's fireworks Friday night so we stay open till midnight. So that means I won't get home till almost 1am if I'm lucky!! Then I have to be up super early the next day to help mom.
My driving test is Tuesday, I'm so fucking nervous!! I don't wanna do it!! Mom keeps telling me horror stories about the lady that does the freaking tests, yeah, thanks mom. Fuck. But I need to do it to get my G2. Fucking license.
I just can't wait for this all to be over!! I would like a day to just sit on my ass and do nothing!! I haven't had one of those in like, a month? Guh.
And thanks to this fucking heat I can't eat. I haven't eaten in 3 days and I can't. It's just too hot, so I drink ensure all the time and lots of water. But, it's weird that I'm not even hungry, three days is a long time to go without food. I think my body is finally settling back into the poverty diet it used to be in. When I was in Ottawa I could go days without eating and function perfectly, but then I moved home and actually could afford food, so I got used to eating everyday. So when the doctor basically told me I'm not allowed to eat anything, my body had to get back into that never eating thing. So I think that's why I'm not eating, and not hungry. Like, I'm not kidding, mom will try to get me to eat something and she'll start rambling off food we have in the house and almost all of it has something in it I'm not allowed to eat. It's getting really fucking retarded. The only thing I am basically allowed to eat is fish and salad. But our garden isn't growing so we have to buy veggies all the time, so I run out of salad stuff after a few days but we don't get to town a lot so I'm never have anything to make salad. Well there goes the staple of my diet, now what the fuck do I do? And it's too hot to have the oven on (or moms already got it piled full of baked stuff) so there goes the fish. What the fuck else am I supposed to eat? Answer. Nothing.
Okay, I really wish my internet would stop disconnecting ...I'm getting kind of pissed off.
With this heat, and how busy it is as work, I'm gonna be surprised if I don't lose weight. My clothes were soaked by the time I got home, and I'm not putting anything back in to replenish what I've lost through sweating, so I've gotta be losing weight. I've also noticed that I'm building more muscle. SIGH. Cause I really need more. Fuck. My arms are more toned and I can wear tighter shirts and it doesn't look bad. SIGH. Oh well, my doctor will be happy.
I think there was something else I wanted to say, but I can't remember. Oh well.
So Gilles is coming home from his Doctors appointment and taking the dog to the vet. Neither mom nor I can do it, and I have to work anyway. Mom wants his dog house put away too, I don't think I'd be able to handle seeing it without him in it either.
The other really big problem is our kitten. He pretty much Hero worships the dog, so we're afraid that he's going to take off looking for the dog. The dog always gets in between the cats when Kahlua picks on the baby and Tiki follows him around. So we're going to have to keep a closer eye on him so that we don't lose him too.
This week just won't end either. I'm baking with my mom every morning, then I work till 11. The Community days are this weekend and my boss asked me TODAY to do a sign for the tractor promoting the store and the 50's theme. I agreed because I love my boss and it's a great way to get people to see my stuff, but, fuck, cause I don't have enough shit to do! And I work the day they have the tables! So I have to be there with my mom for 9, then at 3 I have to run across the road to work. AND, yeah, there's more, there's fireworks Friday night so we stay open till midnight. So that means I won't get home till almost 1am if I'm lucky!! Then I have to be up super early the next day to help mom.
My driving test is Tuesday, I'm so fucking nervous!! I don't wanna do it!! Mom keeps telling me horror stories about the lady that does the freaking tests, yeah, thanks mom. Fuck. But I need to do it to get my G2. Fucking license.
I just can't wait for this all to be over!! I would like a day to just sit on my ass and do nothing!! I haven't had one of those in like, a month? Guh.
And thanks to this fucking heat I can't eat. I haven't eaten in 3 days and I can't. It's just too hot, so I drink ensure all the time and lots of water. But, it's weird that I'm not even hungry, three days is a long time to go without food. I think my body is finally settling back into the poverty diet it used to be in. When I was in Ottawa I could go days without eating and function perfectly, but then I moved home and actually could afford food, so I got used to eating everyday. So when the doctor basically told me I'm not allowed to eat anything, my body had to get back into that never eating thing. So I think that's why I'm not eating, and not hungry. Like, I'm not kidding, mom will try to get me to eat something and she'll start rambling off food we have in the house and almost all of it has something in it I'm not allowed to eat. It's getting really fucking retarded. The only thing I am basically allowed to eat is fish and salad. But our garden isn't growing so we have to buy veggies all the time, so I run out of salad stuff after a few days but we don't get to town a lot so I'm never have anything to make salad. Well there goes the staple of my diet, now what the fuck do I do? And it's too hot to have the oven on (or moms already got it piled full of baked stuff) so there goes the fish. What the fuck else am I supposed to eat? Answer. Nothing.
Okay, I really wish my internet would stop disconnecting ...I'm getting kind of pissed off.
With this heat, and how busy it is as work, I'm gonna be surprised if I don't lose weight. My clothes were soaked by the time I got home, and I'm not putting anything back in to replenish what I've lost through sweating, so I've gotta be losing weight. I've also noticed that I'm building more muscle. SIGH. Cause I really need more. Fuck. My arms are more toned and I can wear tighter shirts and it doesn't look bad. SIGH. Oh well, my doctor will be happy.
I think there was something else I wanted to say, but I can't remember. Oh well.