datsun

I'm sick. Like, calling-in-even-though-it-could-cost-me-my-job sick. Ugh. I wish my body were sturdier.

I still want the house. Hoping to find out if my partner wants it, too.

I broke things off with theBoy last night. I think it surprised him, but I couldn't be involved anymore because I felt like he was in charge in the relationship, and I need to learn how not to be a doormat. I sucks, though. A lot. Being sick is adding to the feeling sorry for myself aspect.

Better news: my dog is harassing my cats less. An uneasy truce has been called. Just in time for the cats to move out and not be in her territory anymore.