I have not had many sleepless nights in my life, except for those "rock-and-roll vampire" nights that end after sunrise, but I had one today. This night was almost entirely remiss of any except two hours between 1:30 and 3:30. I awoke with a knotted stomach. My cellphone was almost charged as well, so one event enabled the other and I waited until the pain left my body, which worked out to be about the time my cellphone finished charging. Then, I lay back down but I could not sleep anymore.
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| Doggies love me! And I love (most) pets. |
There are a few heavy things on my mind, including pet issues, financial issues, and work issues. I started working at PETCO this week, getting the job with only 90 minutes between phone call and interview. I thought that I was invited back on Wednesday for a second job interview, but when I arrived, I was introduced as the new guy. Somewhat counter-climatic, but that's fine with me considering I have not had gainful employment since April. I have taken "work" as a tertiary petsitter for my friend's business, but that only came to be when I told her that I couldn't go out drinking until I had some source of income.
Additionally, I misplaced $80 this week, which is extremely unlike me! I have looked throughout my place in all the places that I would expect (and even a few that I wouldn't) but to no avail. I am beginning to believe that the cash was in my back pocket and escaped on its own accord. Needless to say, it's a substantial blow since I have been watching my savings dwindle for the past eight months. On the plus side, I did realize today that I have more in the bank than I realized, so my growing concerns about my savings are not as urgent as they seemed to be.
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| It took 6 weeks and $1500 to save my cat. |
But most alarming has been my cat Needles, who I believe is not eating enough again. I don't know if that's truly the situation or just my imagination, sparked by our 2008 incident when I put him on a diet that gave him Fatty Liver Disease (which caused a $1500 vet bill for recovery). I have been observing him, and I genuinely cannot tell. I changed up his diet slightly recently, so he has lost weight but it should be a better diet for him, which could result in healthy weight loss. But this week, and especially today after going through pet care training at PETCO, I feel certain that he has health issues. Of course, this would also be the ideal time for a psychosomatic reaction.
However, none of these issues kept me awake throughout the night. It was a phone call from my best friend at 3:35, right when my head hit the pillow again. She wanted a place to sleep because she and her boyfriend have been growing apart for quite some time, and his way of handling issues is called alcoholism. It has been a long, drawn-out situation, where they have stayed together but they are not fun to be around, despite my natural inclinations to help them every chance I get. I could write an entry twice as long, noting every gripe with my current situation (which could also include difficulties in resuming my studies after semester break and in maintaining my residence), and I would not be able to touch the issues they are handling, starting with his DUI in November 2009.
Regardless, being awake at the time my friend called (the first time she has ever been desperate enough to stay in my spare room) was quite convenient though. I feel more as though it was an act of God to wake me so I would be prepared to help my friend. And I was. I hope that good feeling gets me through this long day.
