Things are not going well at work. That's all I'll say about it for now.
I had another baby dream last night. For some reason, the baby had the same name as the cat, Diamond Jim. But he was a great baby. I'm not sure if I should love or hate these dreams, but they're the closest things I have, for now.
I awoke at 5:45 to the sounds of Diamond Jim barfing. Again. Fortunately he has an appointment with Dr Bath today. He's been barfing, off and on for almost a week, maybe longer. Plus he's already so thin...
My sister comes into town a week from today! I'm super excited to see her. We were planning on getting tattoos (our first) but we've likely both chickened out. As in, I haven't made a appointment. I guess we'll see.
My depression is getting worse. And unfortunately, my appointment with the shrink got moved out to May. Ugh. I think I'll send him an email in the mean time. My thoughts are scaring me a little.
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