frustrated.

i found out today that loki the outdoor cat has to come back indoors because he has a plethora of health problems caused by being outside (insects, things attacking his eye, depression, etc.). last night he stayed indoors and this morning there was a puddle on the stove. and the counter; he hit both! shannon's picking him up from the vet now. she has to work all weekend and isn't going to be around much until tuesday night. i don't know how we and the cat are all going to survive under the same roof for the three weeks he has to be inside though i suspect this will not end well. she's going broke because of the cat and should she have any leftover funds after today's visit, the vet suggested kitty antidepressants. i think the vet has it backwards: screw the cat drugs, the people in this house should be on antidepressants so we can forget all the day-to-day cat-related problems we have to deal with. why does the cat get to have all the fun? really.

also, i can't get any work done because i am burned out and in serious need of some fun, but i'm caught in this stupid cycle of feeling guilty and anxious if i'm not doing school work, then not being able to really get any work done when i do try because i need a freaking break. it sucks.

also also, my lovely new reef flip flops are missing. they were in the living room last weekend, and now they're gone. i'm thinking someone took them because really, i've looked everywhere for them over the past week and this house isn't that big. shoes shouldn't just disappear, especially ones that belong to moi.

ETA: found my flip flops in the pile of shoes in my closet. why the hell did i put them there? i never do that.