I can't remember whether I posted it here or talking to a friend.... but the whole kitten fostering thing... I was really disappointed when I made the decision not to foster her. Very worried that she wouldn't find a good home, but also realised that I'd started to think about watching her get bigger and trying to remember the times I've lived with my Aunts while they had kittens (they breed Siamese!) and what stage of kitten-growth she'd be in now.... etc etc. Anyway, just saying that I hadn't realised how much I'd been thinking about it and looking forward to it.
Definitely NOT a good sign that I would have been able to give her up at the end of the foster period.

And keeping her would have lead to alllllll sorts of drama with parents and disappointment in myself for taking on a responsibility that I can't... well, be properly responsible for.
Lauren - I knew there would be consequences for taking the money from my parents before I asked them, so it's not really an unpleasant surprise. It's really not too bad, anyway... just Mum finally having a reason to look through my finances in detail, which I've sort of managed to keep private after moving out,

and feeling a bit of pressure from them. Nothing I can't handle, and totally totally worth it to be certain within myself that I gave Mackerel every chance in the world for us to beat this thing.
I'm fairly certain things with Mum and Dad will calm down once they realise that I didn't take the kitten. The call with Mum ended... precipitously?

and sort of without clarification on that point. I'm much too stubborn to call them and tell them myself. ^^" But if they haven't called by tomorrow evening I'll call them and... -sigh- apologize for losing my temper and let them know what's going on.
If anyone noticed the drastic mood change from earlier when I was very blue, I've done some study for the first time since I got the last bad news about Mackerel on Thursday two weeks ago. (

) I started doing the work I need to do as a distraction from everything else... and I'm coming to realise that this is probably what I should have done, maybe even last week, to start feeling a bit better, a bit more normal- I love Archaeology so much that it always restores my mood to equilibrium. I should have remembered that. -headdesk- I'm reading about and taking notes on Paleolithic fraud in Japan and wishing that Mackerel was here to swat at my pen as I write

but... I'm laughing about it and not crying. Feels good.
Group hug!
