Well, I'm here and still sober but crying like a baby. I called my brother to tell him. BIG MISTAKE!!! All he did was yell at me about how the people in Louisiana and down South were alot worse off than me. That's why I hate talking to my brother because all he does is yell. I told him how dare he talked to me that way and why can't he just talk to me normally. He told me to shut up and listen to him, then began lecturing me on how much better off I am than the people down South. That's like comparing apples to oranges. Now I know why he and my father didn't speak for over 15 years.

He asked me if I had anyone I could stay with for a month or so till I could find a job and I told him maybe. When I told him about my 4 cats, he went ballistic!!! "The f-ing cats aren't your priority right now, damn it!!" I'd like to see him say that about his dog.

I know what I have to do. What I WANT to do is put all my stuff in storage and come back to CT. I already called Brenda and told her my situation and that I couldn't possibly adopt Torie. Broke my heart but I know she'll find a great home.

Tomorrow my brother wants me to call him at 7:30 pm to tell him what progress I've made looking for a job. Like I'm a freaking 5 year old.

I'm calling unemployment and applying for food stamps (yet again!!!) and also going to see if I can start my part-time job at Bath and Body Works sooner than October.

My cats know there's something up because they're all over me.

You guys are the best and you mean so much to me. Thanks for being there for me. I love you all!!!