Spiralling the plug-hole

30th September 2007.
Lougi died today. We found him by the side of Arbirlot Road West around 9am. He wasn't in for his breakfast at 6am, and I knew something was wrong.

Today.
In spite of myself, I got better after Louigi died. There was nowhere else to go. Adam took some time off work (a few days extra, since we went away to London from the 4th Oct and he already had that time booked off.) It was nice to have him around. We made plans not to let losing Loui mess everything up for the next 6 months.

London was stressful. But we got everything we went for. The girls are going to look great on the wedding day. Mum is on at me to get the wedding licence seen to, so we must look at that before the week is out.

I had a second interiew for the Visual Assistant job. Still no word from them about if I got it. I went to an interview for a part time job and am dropping a CV in somewhere else today.

Adam and I didn't have a chance to get started on that new routine before we went away, and he is back at work now. I can't work out if I am more depressed again. I did cry this morning. I'm still crying now. I just want my kittens to come home. I'm so lost and sad, and I can't work out where it all went wrong.