No, seriously, I got this shit.
It’s been a month since Lulu came into our lives and honestly, I don’t know how I was even coping without her. The simple act of popping open a small can of cat food and pouring it into one of her bowls is incredibly soothing. Getting up in the morning and measuring out her serving of kibble is utterly calming. Cleaning the litter box actually makes me smile. Who enjoys cleaning a cat box? Apparently, I do.
I needed her. I needed a cat in my life. The anxiety I was dealing with has dropped off precipitously and I feel good. Yes, I do have a refill on my sertraline–I have to pick it up from Costco!–but I don’t plan on taking any unless the anxiety becomes problematic again. I’m thinking I may not need it. The anxiety seems to be running its course; maybe soon I’ll be rid of it.
My extended break from Facebook seems to be heading into a permanent thing; there’s so damn much drama and far too many dipshidiots for my tastes. Case in point: Pete Sinclair has absolutely lost what little shit he had over the latest Dave Chapelle “special”. If you’ve heard anything about it, you know it’s pretty damn awful and it’s pretty damn telling that Sinclair finds it “hilarious”.
Godammit, I knew he was conservative, but I had no idea just how shitty a human being he could be. Fuck. There’s literally no way in hell I can ever go to Pete’s Robo Con with a clear conscience. He just keeps proving that I shouldn’t give him any of my time or money.
I swear to Primus, most of the fandom is proving that. I don’t like it. But I digress.
We’re still shorthanded at the doors. Tonight, just like last night, I am pretty much on my own, which means I have to do most of the walks. The Front Enders haven’t been trained on the walks so I’m the only one who can take care of them. It’s beginning to get a little frustrating, to be honest and I don’t think it’ll get better anytime soon. We’ll be losing Karen in the next month, which will put us under more pressure and the holidays will only be a couple of months away…
Yeah, it’s gonna be a cluster, all right. But even the worst of this is nothing compared to a “decent” day at Walmart. Just trust me on that.
Sad to see Mr. Sinclair’s true colors shine through, perhaps for the better. I concur with you that Pete’s RoboCon will not be a thing I’ll be going to. Sadder yet to learn the bad (obnoxious?) behavior of many in the TF fandom. Reality may suck but it’s better than being part of today’s ‘conservative’ culture.