Updating the Score Card

iPod - No
Phoebe - No
Phoebe's Drugs - Yes
Gym membership - No
Roommate - In the works

I returned the iPod on my way home from work. Got the car gassed up. Picked up Phoebe's drugs, knowing that I now have enough money in my checking account to pay for it ($200). I went to the vet's and Phoebe was brought in, wheezing at me.

I told the doctor I wasn't comfortable bringing Feebs home. She was having trouble breathing. The wheezing was still there. Hello, Phoebe, I love you, goodbye.

I resigned my gym membership, which is still active through the end of May.

I spent most of the day, laboring away at a spreadsheet that figures my income and outgo, week by week, from now until the end of the year.

The only way I can do this is with a roomie.

I'm signed up on roomiematch.com, which is how I met up with MD. It is also how I met up with the legendary Maharincess. I'm hoping for an MD.

Without a roomie? I cannot begin to imagine. With one? Possibly just as scary.