Angry day.

I should preface this entry by saying I drank a bottle of wine for dinner last night, so I'm not in the brightest of moods this morning. This is exacerbated by the fact that Caliope is now losing control of her bowels. I don't know if this is a passing thing, or if it's a new trend. But I came home just wanting to drink some water and go to sleep. But, I had to feed her, and give her all her medicines, and walk her, and clean up everything she'd left behind from the day. So that was tiring enough. But then maybe two hours after going to sleep, she wakes me up because she got sick in my bed. I know this is my fault because she shouldn't have been sleeping with me, but I feel like she sleeps better, and I like to monitor her. So, I had to get up and clean the bed, and change the sheets, and put her in the living room. Then, this morning, still not feeling so hot - after cuddling with Kielbasa for warmth because I don't have a comforter anymore. I wake up, and start the whole routine all over again. Only to have Caliope have an accident on the couch before I leave for work, and not eat her breakfast.

This has little to do with my apartment, except that it's what made her sick in the first place. And I did try imagining Katie and I's love nest to make myself fall asleep with Kielbasa. Maybe I'm just tired, and feeling annoyed today. But what did I do to deserve this? I moved to this apartment to help SOMEONE else out. My management company will let me out of my lease, but not give me a deadbolt. So I'm going to get robbed any day now. I have to live with these hose beasts, in fear. AND a very slowly, dying dog. How is this in anyway fair?