Missing Puppy; pretty sure that despite his promises to the contrary, he won't be getting here before Torian leaves... might not be getting here before fall, at the rate things are going.

Kate's stressed. I'm stressed. Torian got accepted to art school so she's a bit less stressed, but still.

I'm having to change doctors; I still haven't started calling the possibles on my list, too fucking depressed for the last week to want to even think about it. We've got some options narrowed down and tomorrow I WILL call 'em - dreading it but I know quite well if I don't, no one else will, so yeah.

Tempting to drug myself with amitriptyline and try and sleep; too hot to get to sleep sober, honestly, even though I'm freaking tired still.

Having cravings. Broke until Friday. Life sucks. Yeah, I'm whining; it's either whine here or whine aloud to people who are kinda stuck living with me and frankly, they don't need it. So yeah. Journal de whine.

Gonna go see if there's any ice.