Femmegasm

Blarg. Seems my luck hasn’t improved much. Two of my cats got sick with an upper respiratory infection that was causing to not eat (cats will rarely eat anything they can’t smell). So that was an expensive vet bill. But wait, there’s more! My Jeep is starting to make a funky sound and my father in-law thinks it might be the alternator. Not good. Especially since I’ll be up shit creek without a paddle if my vehicle is rendered undrivable. I guess a week in the mental health facility and anti-depressants (Psychiatrist felt I didn’t need ADD meds…. yet) can only do so much. They may make me feel better and handle things somewhat better, but they can’t change my luck… and I can still get depressed. Oh well…