well

Thus far, this week has been.... suck-ish.

Yes, "suck-ish" is pretty much the term to describe my life for the past..... month, really.

Obsidian's been unaccountably vanishing during the day for insanely long periods of time with no explanation, I've had absolutely nothing to do but cook all day and I'm running out of ingredients, I STILL haven't found a home for Bisque, and to top it all off I've been shipped off to a looney bin.


They still haven't fed me. And it's REALLY cold.

I might begin eating the fluff inside the walls.


I missed the Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack marathon I've been looking forward to ALL WEEK. The ONLY thing I've had to look forward to since before Christmas.

Maybe I'll move to Australia.......

EDIT

So, it's been like six hours, and I still haven't seen another living soul except the birds outside. whom I can't eat because of the inch of glass separating us.

they're fucking mocking me because they KNOW that I'm hungry and they KNOW I can't GET them.

I think they're just gonna leave me here to starve to death because nobody wants to deal with me.

they'll come in in two days so that my carcass doesn't start to stink up the place, so I won't even have THAT satisfaction.

yep. I'll be dead of dehydration in two days and it'll be all "oh, no, we just forgot about her." and then I'll be dumped into an incinerator somewhere and forgotten about forever.

and so ends poor little Kitten.