There just aren't enough hours in the day, or maybe, not enough days in a week, or weeks in a month, or months in a year... any way that it goes, there just isn't enough time to do all that I want/ what is required of me. Oddly enough, this swift flight of time is a relief. Without time to stop and dwell, my mind rests on more pleasant thoughts. No time to miss what is no longer mine, no time to worry about tomorrows agenda, no time to feel the crash. Every minute is filled with the urgency of now. It's a rush, a drug...

I've started a new job. It's wonderful really. Very simple to do, relaxing environment, interesting people. Between my two jobs, i also have a wonderfully luxurious life of discounts. Clothing and pampering at 50%. It's odd how quickly I've started to become more feminine. Cheapened femininity. Discounted darling.

My dear sweet puppy is staying with my aunt a couple of hours away. I miss her already. Things had just become too stressful. Working 2 jobs, trying to have a bit of a social life, and starting school in a month, left me without the time she deserved. My aunt has a nice dog that just adores my pup, so there she will always have a friend. My little brother is staying with my aunt as well, and he is so excited to have a puppy. Here at home, my 2 fluffy kitties were suffering. The puppy annoyed them to the point where they wouldn't eat with her around. My little Shoe kitty became just skin and bones and Raleigh became hostile. I couldn't allow my babies to be miserable lilke that. It's for the best. Certainly.

Tomorrow, my friend and I are having a yardsale. I spent this morning at my father's house cleaning up my old bedroom for things to sell. It was a horrible task. So much dust, smoke, and animal hair. I still can't breath well. Now, I have to price all of my things. Ugh! Such a pain.