Today, I start a class, a required class, that only meets from 5pm to 6:35pm. That means I get to school at no later than 7:30am on Monday. I have class from 9am-1:30pm. Then from 1:30 to 5, I just have to sit there, away from my home, from my food source, from my computer... and to make matters worse my owner is the only person I can find who'll even think of giving me a ride. That means she, who normally arrives at 5:30pm to help me cross the hills, now has to work an hour longer than she normally does, coming instead at 6:35pm. Between the both of us on Monday and Wednesday, we leave the house at 6am and return to the house at 7:30pm. That's 13.5 hours without a return to home base. No preparing meals allowed, no sleeping allowed, no place to store my stuff, no way to retrieve anything I need. And as for her, would you work 13.5 hours per day, for a total of 67.5 hours per week? Get this: she works full time at home on Saturdays, because she's such a helpful person. So that's a 75.5 hour work week. And there's nothing I can do about it; I'm a worthless, unemployed, unfinished student. There's nothing I can do to make her happy again, nothing I can do to stop her from chain smoking. And do her workmates care? Sometimes I think they'd be happy if she died, as long as she completed their projects for them.
So, it's gonna be a sucky rest of the semester now that my 6:35pm class decided to start. I hope I can find someone else to ride with, so my owner can at least work one hour less. This next week especially sucks: because the "health services" mental counselor is all, "I'd like to see you again, but I only come in on Tuesdays, so when's a good time?" and the guidance counselor is all, "You have to attend Transfer Day, because the representative for the school you want to attend will be there. It's one of your only chances this Thursday." So I get to be cast adrift at the school which is at least 10 miles away from any commercial center or community, for Monday and Wednesday one hour longer than I can bear, and for Tuesday and Thursday as well.
How in the heck am I going to find time to do the dishes? The laundry? How can we be so cruel as to give our 4 cats nothing but dry food until 3 hours after they are accustomed to a wet food meal? I feel especially bad about that. How can I get along in life without making my cats suffer like that? Is this pitiful existence of mine normal? Am I wrong to wish for having more than 10.5 hours at home a day? Sigh... if only I could just... take things easier. But people say that's wrong, and that I should feel happy having such luxury. It's a gilded cage I swear, and these bars aren't even bending.
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