I'm feeling better about...

my recent lull in writing fic/posting to LJ in the wake of the completion of Chapter 11 of FAA.  Evidently, my lull was timed perfectly with a lull in the writings of just about everyone else.  Woot.

Lull is a funny word...

Anyway, work is kicking my ass, and I have two open houses tonight, plus I've been sending all kinds of e-mails out to houses.  I'm thinking I'm gonna have to suck up my guilt issues and give my poor twice-abandoned cat to the humane society.  It's just too hard to find a place that takes cats. Poor Cheyenne.

Imagining the conversation with the humane people is pretty funny, though.  "Well, she's a great cat; she loves people, kids...Except, she can't be around other cats or small animals because she tries to kill them.  Oh, and she's very territorial, so give her lots of space.  And, she doesn't like change, so she might throw up all over the place for a while.  It'll pass.  Oh, and she hates dogs, but if you leave her around a dog for a while, she'll get over it.  And she doesn't like to be picked up, you have to let her come to you.  She plays with twist ties, but not string, and she likes those little balls with the bells inside, but only in certain moods.  She likes to sleep right on my chest, so that I wake up in the middle of the night unable to breathe...Now, be sure to find her a good home."

So F-ing Sick of Craig's List

Seriously; I'm not even going to put the furniture I'm abandoning up for free giveaway.  Once I find a place, I'm not moving again until I can buy; this moving thing sucks.

I had a complete and utter mental breakdown at the front desk today; frustrations over my current living situation, finding a new living situation, the possibility of giving Cheyenne away, and the lack of anyone to really talk to about all that crap was lit on fire when my roommate tried to put a positive spin on giving the cat away, that at least I wouldn't have to spend so much money on litter, food, toys, etc..  So yes, I blew a gasket.  The only reason I have this cat is because I couldn't bear for her former owner to put her in the pound.  Putting her there myself, as much as I joke about it, would be rough.

My roommate has since apologized, and offered to help me pawn the cat off on someone we know so I don't have to do the humane society bit, but I still haven't really calmed down. Figured I should write about it and get it off my chest, so potential new roommates don't remember me as 'that crazy girl who cried for no reason'.