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So I had a lovely weekend at Shane's house... which was interrupted by my mother texting to tell me that my parents decided to rent the house in New Bedford after all. Fucking fantastic, right? Just great. I tried to put it out of my mind.
Then when I got home, the top of the rat cage was open and 21 was nowhere to be found.
FUCKING FANTASTIC, RIGHT?
I found her within a half an hour-- she stayed in my room, which is good because otherwise she would have been killed by Sadie or one of the cats-- and she didn't try to bite me or anything, which is what my previous rat who escaped did when I found her, but there's a big difference between 21 and Clayton (21 couldn't have been out longer than a couple of days, Clayton was out up to two weeks because we were on vacation, also Clayton had a litter of babies in that time), so. No harm, no foul, pretty much.
Except all that relaxing I did this weekend went right out the fucking window and I am ALREADY feeling stressed out to the point where I don't want to deal with it any more. I haven't even been home an hour yet. Part of me wants to cry, part of me just wants to smoke a bowl and read fanfiction, part of me wants to hit my head against the wall until I knock myself unconscious.
I have nine hours to cheer up, or I'm going to start my 26th year on a very depressing note.
Then when I got home, the top of the rat cage was open and 21 was nowhere to be found.
FUCKING FANTASTIC, RIGHT?
I found her within a half an hour-- she stayed in my room, which is good because otherwise she would have been killed by Sadie or one of the cats-- and she didn't try to bite me or anything, which is what my previous rat who escaped did when I found her, but there's a big difference between 21 and Clayton (21 couldn't have been out longer than a couple of days, Clayton was out up to two weeks because we were on vacation, also Clayton had a litter of babies in that time), so. No harm, no foul, pretty much.
Except all that relaxing I did this weekend went right out the fucking window and I am ALREADY feeling stressed out to the point where I don't want to deal with it any more. I haven't even been home an hour yet. Part of me wants to cry, part of me just wants to smoke a bowl and read fanfiction, part of me wants to hit my head against the wall until I knock myself unconscious.
I have nine hours to cheer up, or I'm going to start my 26th year on a very depressing note.