Strawberry Jam and Denial

Somehow I hurt my shoulder. I think perhaps too many left handed high fives in my sleep last night. I don’t remember what I was dreaming about, but it must have been good if I was giving out high fives like spare change. Who knows. Maybe I just slept on it wrong. I did go to bed early (as in 10pm), and I slept really hard. I’ve been tired and in denial about it. As in, I’m sure that five hours of sleep is totally the same as eight, so it doesn’t matter and I can stay up and get things done, denial.
Today is doughnut day at work. Pretty awesome, I know. I already had one and now I'm going to grab number two. Probably. Okay, yes. Terrible, huh? But I love ‘em, what can I say? Plus, they are free. And everyone knows that I packed another semi sucky lunch. Dude. What does a girl have to do around here to get a good lunch? Oh, probably go to the grocery store, huh? I have a wide selection of tuna, mac and cheese, and more tuna. And the only thing I can bring to work to eat is….I’ll give you a hint… Something that doesn’t require cooking… tuna!
The cats went away yesterday. It was heart breaking. Pet Saver’s couldn’t take them, so The Roomie took them to the pound. So sad… so very, very sad. I cried…a lot. And that is why I think that I slept so hard last night. I just wish that going to the pound didn’t mean a death sentence for them. It’s so hard for me to see animals headed towards death like that. I know, it’s heartbreaking. Poor cats. They didn’t do anything wrong at all. They just happen to belong to the wrong person., someone who couldn’t take care of them. Sigh. A subject change is needed badly here.
I think that I need another doughnut. All this emotional crap is stressing me out big time. Mmmphhee... Strawberry Jam filling. Red is the color of love and that terrible holiday coming up. And now I feel the need shoot myself. Why? Because I have already eaten three doughnuts and it's not even 8:30 and I can't reason away why it was okay to let the cats go… to the pound. Damn it. No more doughnuts. What am I going to do now? Poor cats. I do believe that cats go to heaven. But I just feel terrible that these are going sooner then they should be. And I don’t feel like they deserved it. It’s not like they are mean and grumpy. They just needed some hugs and a chance. Sheesh. What if I had just kept them a couple more days? Or a week or so? Could I have found a home for them then? It’s to late and it wasn’t my decision to make anyway. Sigh…