She's served her husband the divorce papers, which he refuses to sign. Since she kicked him out of the house, though, her father has moved in, she's got the new pit bull, she's taking care of the asthmatic son of a friend who is going through a divorce, she has two new ferrets that she was just going to "re-home" for someone but has instead decided to keep, ditto one of the two pit bull puppies she has at the moment (the other one is being re-homed Saturday), and now I just overheard her on the phone saying she wants a sugar glider and a fish tank. Presumably there will be fish in the tank. All this while working two jobs, looking for a new car, and trying to get divorced. Oh yeah, and the lesbian mother of those three kids she fostered a few years ago got out of prison and, with the kids, has reconnected with ICW. I think she's trying to get her to take one of them back.
I work 40 hours a week, have absolutely no obligations beyond feeding myself, sleeping and going to the bathroom (all three of which I enjoy thoroughly), and still I feel like the days aren't long enough. So what the fuck is up with people who insist on complicating their lives at every turn? It's just something I don't understand, but then unhurried and unconcerned is my automatic setting. Along with boring.