The End Approaches!

I think I am almost done being sick. And for that, I am glad.

The cats are in heat, and so, are at war once again. Becky and Beast fight every time they see each other, and that kind of sucks. I expect the only answer is to get Beast fixed. Apparently, in the city, it costs like, 200$. Which is insane. In Antigonish, it's like, 75$.

The original plan was to take her home and get her fixed there, but now she has a boyfriend (a giant black and white cat that lives up the street) and the fact that she's getting the shit kicked out of her on the daily by Becky, means that it'll probably have to happen sooner than later. And cost double the amount I was hoping to pay.... However, paying 200$ definitely beats following my cat around like a parole officer, fighting off rapist boyfriends and crazy Becky.

It must be customer appreciation day today at Cafe Dave. Not only do you get coffee, but you get ice cream in it. Fantastic. Not exactly healthy, but hey, when you eat out of the garbage most days, health goes by the wayside in favour of deliciousness.

The couches are all filled up. When I woke up this morning, there were some feet sticking out of Sarah's bed. I stared at the feet for like, ever, trying to figure out who it was. And since there were no identifying marks, I couldn't figure it out. So I just got up and left. Turns out it was Clohe. Hahaha. From now on, I will be pushing feet tattoos. As a means of identification when friends are sleeping.

Got a phone call this morning from one of my friends. They were like, "Thanks for being a good friend." So I was like, "Thank you." What does it mean when your friend calls you to tell you that? I always try and be a good friend, but seldom does anyone actually thank me for it. It was weird enough to warrant me thinking that perhaps I was not being a good enough friend, and that maybe them saying that to me was their way of calling me out? The only thing that can be done in such a situation, I think, is to make even more of an effort to be a good friend.

Goddamn. There must be fleas in the G. I am getting bitten. Curiously enough, just on one arm. Today I will make flea collars happen. And probably force everyone in the house to help me search and destroy. There will be no repeat of last year.

Beast is growling. This is getting out of control.