Got in big trouble today at work.
Sat up all night looking at pictures of my little pet Lucy... Got a little bit too drunk and then slept in and was late for work.
I explained to my boss why I was late but he just told me that no one cares that my pet died and it's just one less marva to worry about crapping on his front yard anyway. He then went on to say he was actually glad that she was dead.
I might stop writing for tonight as I'm increasingly becoming more miserable realising just how crap my life really is.
Goodnight (even though I'm just writing this to myself) :(