Rocky isnt well.. he's lost alot of weight in the past week, we thought he was getting better but he just threw up and there was blood.. well, there was no blood in the first lot and he's not in any obvious pain (seems quite happy actually) so mother thinks he may have just scratched his mouth (it could be he had a bit of chicken bone..)
either way i'm terrified he's going to die (aside from having Grace hate me he's also MY cat: he's the one who spends the most time with me these days)
(thats on top of the fact that i messaged my friend Tanya in Nottingham and Katspew this week and neither replied, and Lindsay is as non-communicative as always, and Ben isnt using the bus to get to and from town now and i dont want to meet him for dinner then come home on the bus myself.. and he doesnt seem to be coming out on Thursdays anymore..)
as far as my mood goes this is as far down as i go