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Back home, finally, after an afternoon of taking care of cats and dealing with human beings who want to adopt them. Including a family of four little kids that would have tried the patient of a saint, and were living embodiments of WHY I will NEVER have children: screaming, running around, unruly, scaring the cats, refusing to mind their mother, and so forth. This prompted a discussion with the senior volunteer on duty about how some parents seem to think that Quagga is a babysitting service, and drop their children off there -- sometimes for hours at a time, if you can believe it -- while they go off and do other things. *headdesk* What kind of brainless wonder leaves their little kids with STRANGERS? Honestly! Geez! Grrrr!
*sigh* So, I dragged myself home after the shift, had a hot bath and a cup of Chai tea, and am currently killing a bit of time online while waiting for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
he_dreams_awake to give me a call, if he's so inclined. I just... can't bring myself to call him. I don't think I could bring myself to pick up the phone to call my own mother at this point. I feel worn raw. Very close to death. Unable to imagine anything bringing me pleasure -- except food, which is of course denied to me. All I really want to do is crawl into bed, close my eyes, and never wake up again.
Last night's ritual was designed to bring sweetness into our lives. Right now I feel so full of bitterness that it's overflowing and so tired that I just don't want to go on. I'm trying to turn it around mentally, but just not having a whole lot of success.
*sigh* So, I dragged myself home after the shift, had a hot bath and a cup of Chai tea, and am currently killing a bit of time online while waiting for
he_dreams_awake to give me a call, if he's so inclined. I just... can't bring myself to call him. I don't think I could bring myself to pick up the phone to call my own mother at this point. I feel worn raw. Very close to death. Unable to imagine anything bringing me pleasure -- except food, which is of course denied to me. All I really want to do is crawl into bed, close my eyes, and never wake up again.Last night's ritual was designed to bring sweetness into our lives. Right now I feel so full of bitterness that it's overflowing and so tired that I just don't want to go on. I'm trying to turn it around mentally, but just not having a whole lot of success.
