I'm binging hardcore again. I ate a loaf of bread and a dozen homemade cookies when I got home from work. I didn't want to, but it happened anyway. Story of my life.

My "homework" from therapy this week is to get the Boy's phone number. Seeing as lately he calls out, shows up late, or doesn't show up at all for work, I'll be lucky to get it before they fire him. Our old manager let things slide, but the new manager is a stickler. It's 99% likely that if we don't work together I'll never see him again, whether I have his number or not. I'm terrible at keeping track of my friends.

I might finally get my cat this week. Then I'll have someone to snuggle with all the time. I'm sure this cat is gonna be a bratty, spoiled thing in short order.