oh well, what's money....

Mar 26, 2006 10:21

Tara the diabetic cat has a tumour in her mouth. Easily operable. Vet reckons she'll be OK. What can you do but pay up for it eh? She's still having a good time. Pity about our crappyfinancial status but that is what creditcards are for. Hmmm.

Poor thing -- because she is a cat, people say to me "well that's it for her isn't it?" If it was one of the dogs they wouldn't be as mercenary.

Oneday I will be forced to find work; wack Charleah in childcare. If there is work out there for me....
(there is, but what do I want? And kiddie status changes things. Can't donate too much time/obsession to the job)

Brain is a bit shrunken now, and social skills have degenerated to nothing much. Just can't be bothered thinking and end up spending parties with the girl instead of catching up with others.... all I can manage is the sharing of those little moments looking at bugs or grass or interesting stones or those new teddies or the colour of foil or the way the dirt sifts through your fingers. Adult conversation involves too many big words, or rather words that havent been used by me for such a while that they are hard to retrieve.
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