My darling. I love my town. I spent the day kinda foggy, trying to make the best because I just couldn't pull another day like Tuesday out of my ***. I don't have the energy. I couldn't. We had PSAT's. I am really considering the bringing it up with my pdoc next appointment (It's been a while, I blew her off, and then she got the flu), because I truly think I may have Narcolepsy. I find no other solution. No matter how much sleep I get, whether I take my pills or not. It depends on nothing. Even the most exciting days, I just pass out. I took my PSAT's with my head hunched over to the left, trying to just work through as fast as I could (Which was slow), without falling over asleep. I barely finished in the time alloted. I am a fast test taker. I felt like a disaster. I don't want to see my scores. Anyways, no biggie. I just want to check it out. See her opinion. Which I know she's just gonna shoot me down. I am excessively rude to her a lot of the time. I wish I wasn't, I'm not sure why I am. It's word vomit at its worst. Anyone would tell me I should think about switching doctors, but I hate where my mom starts the story off when they ask why I'm there, and even if I ask her not to she always does when I leave the room. Which they always ask me to do when I ask her not to. I'm just sick of the interview process. Read the other doctor's ******* notes.
I went to YAP, and it was fun. We actually watched Mean Girls. I feel like I accomplish so little. Idk. Idk anymore. Afterwards Mom, Jon, Steve, and I went to dinner. Twas delicious, one of my favorite restaurants. I went to Steve's, and we watched most of Orphan. It's a very creepy movie. You think the idea is overdone, the whole demonic child sort of thing, but this was kinda like the Simpson's Movie (In the way that you never expected what happened to happen. Obv. not a spot on comparison.). But so yes. I came home, and it was 10:30 when Hammie was found. I was just desperately looking up things online because I felt less alone reading about other people's lost animals. I know, I'm horrible. I actually decided to check the message board like my dad said he was going to. The very first post, top of the page, says "Found ferret". Too good to be true. I click it. No phyiscal description. Said he was very, very friendly. Of course I'm looking at the address going IT'S GOTTA BE HIM. How many ferrets could be lost in one town? I start screaming for my mom, who comes down all freaked out thinking he's on the porch or something, my brother comes down, she starts reading the message and I'm already crying. We called the police who patched us through to animal control and it had to be Hammie. They met us there. He was in the dog kennels, terrified out of his ballsack. I kid, he's fixed. Haha. But no, he was really scared. All the barking. He actually curled up in my arms and fell asleep on the way home. I was like woah, woah, woah, this isn't MY ferret? It is =] I could pick that face out of 8 MILLION ferrets. He sniffed everything and ate so very much. He's looking so skinny. I slept well.