  Made it to the pub last night, although i came really close to not going; really glad I did. Did not get to talk to the Prof as much as I would like, but made new friends, enjoyed myself immensely, and felt relaxed. Had a dream last night where I was doing an anti-war rally. I was yelling stuff from my soapbox, and I closed with "Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity!! " Kurt was awake for some reason, and he thought i was talking to him. Hilarity somewhat ensued, although I stayed asleep for the whole thing.
I remember the dream, but do not remember sitting up in bed and yelling that to Kurt. It was confusing, Kurt said. We have a new foster cat, her name is Phoebe. Her uterus is newly removed, and when she was found, she was starving to death, and her ears had severe frostbite. She's very mellow, although she doesn't know what to make of Lucas. Fida doesn't like her, but I figure they'll get along when everything settles down.
Phoebe might yet lose her ears. They look a little wrong, not much, but they're hard and seem like they'll crumble if you nudge them. I'm a little worried about her losing them; she won't be overly adoptable then, because a cat without ears looks a lot like a wee, fuzzy alien. A lot of people don't like aliens. No worries for her though, if there isn't anyone to adopt her, we probably will. She's black and white, and like Fida, hasa nose that's part pink and part black.
Her fur is so shiny is seems almost blue. She's still very skinny, but she seems to be pretty happy with attention, regular meals, and a warm place to sleep. We'll put a gut on her yet. Keep thinking about when I'll have to ditch my job. I like it, a lot, but there's not enough money. It's six an hour, and there's EVERYTHING to be paid, food to buy, and I have no idea how we're going to make rent on time in march.
I'll be making 240 a week when i begin regularily, and with the rent being 500/month, the car payment being 300 something, utilites about 150/month, and plus ring payments and other crap that I always forget about but comes to chomp on my butt later, the pay is frighteningly low. It's not entirely fair that being a nanny isn't considered skilled work, there's so much to know, do, remember, and hell, you're looking after children, ensuring their safety, I tend to find it a little weird that grants aren't given out to moms to have their kids taken care of well. Such is life, though. I feel dishonest, though, i mean the Family hired me in good faith, they probably wouldn't have if they knew I was in the market for something higher paying. There's no need to be worrying about this. It's not going to help allievate guilt, or help me in any way.
Zoodles, however, will feed my hunger. So, to Zoodles I now turn. 
