yikes that’s harsh. May her coffee be strong.
well. He has all sorts of fun stuff from when he planned on building a “toterhome” - cupboards, fridge, futon, shower...sinks...soooo....yeah. There may be some times when he gets booted to the shop.
Sigh. I’m stressed. Work is just....work. Lots to do and I haven’t been as efficient as I can be, easily distracted and focus? Forget about it. Not been sleeping well, come home and im wiping fluids off the floor from peach’s tumor weeping. Sigh. Im pizzled. I was doing something and reaching by peach’s bed...”oh watch where you step!” He says....points out the dried blood and fluids on the floor and goes and sits down on the couch. Poor peach. But she’s still soldering on, still eating, still peachy. I just wish I could count on him to help out a bit more. :/ and I do hate that she’s got this going on. It’s like constant reminder that oh yeah by the way FLIPPIN CANCER