Ok, I've been having a really bad time of it for a couple of months and the therapy person has been trying to get me into an intermediate program, so when I saw her on Wednesday I agreed to go if we could make arrangements for my animals since I can't afford to board 5 cats and a dog at the cost of $500 for a week. She gets on the phone and such and I even end up talking to a lady from the Humane Society you I had given a gift to and much of my ex's furniture too. She assures me that she should be able to find some volunteers and that she will call me that night. It's Friday night and I have yet to hear anything. At one minute to 5 pm tonight a nurse from the center called "to leave a message" on my phone and asked me what I was doing home. I told him that the volunteers had never called. His response, "well, good luck this weekend,"...now have a happy F**King days...and oh yea, the Universe loves me.
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