It’s been a strange couple of days, but finally am in a position to write about it.
Nothing’s been happening, but there’s been tons going on.
Getting revved up for my trip back to Calgary this weekend. My stomach still does that sickening dropping feeling that you get on a rollercoaster when I think about how I have to confront Laura about the cat issue, but it is what it is. And it’s non-negotiable.
And I really wish my mother would stop suggesting that I just let her take him and get a kitten when Thomas and I move in together. You’re missing the point woman! That’s the easier thing to do, sure, but it’s not the right thing to do. And it’s certainly not right by the cat. It frustrates me to no end that she thinks I’d consider this as a serious possibility. Luongo is not like a couch or a DVD set. I can’t just replace him!
Grr. Whatever. I don’t want to get into that, because this whole situation is basically giving me an anxiety attack and making my stomach want to fall out my ass. I wish I were less empathetic. I met a friend for drinks the other day after my diving class, and she was telling me what a bitch her old friend/roommate was being by the time they moved out (hey, sound familiar? Ugh.) and I was on the verge of tears just hearing about what she went through. It’s not even my issue! It just hit home.
The only thing keeping me in line right now in terms of being civil to Laura is that empathy. I know she’s in a tough place right now. But I can’t seem to grasp that it’s not my fucking problem to fix.
In unrelated news, my Google account was deactivated today when I tried to bounce some spam back from my Mac mail reader. What?
I’d better get access to that account back. It’s been my primary email address for over 6 years now, and I use it for my calendar, RSS feed reader, email, etc. DAMMIT Google, you had to go and get me all addicted to your shit, then take it away for no reason! I just don’t like spam, why is that a problem?!
In other news, my stomach is acting up lately. Pretty sure it’s just the stress I’m under right now. I am such a head case.
Feeling better about my body shape though. There’s been more good days than bad days lately, and that makes me happy.
Still like my job. It’s an interesting mix. But I still don’t feel like I’m “working” yet, if that makes sense. It still feels like I’m just dicking around until something needs to be done (because I am).