Mr Bejeezus is still ''holding his own'' whatever that means. Mum won't let me play my drum kit while he's in the animal hospital as it would be disrespectful - I mean, he's just a dumb old cat, and it's not even as if he can even HEAR it from there. I think it was just an excuse - she just doesn't appreciate my precussionary percussive percustic drumming talent. I suppose when we bring him home (or IF we bring him home) I won't be allowed to play it then either, because it will upset his recovery or whatever.
I texted Libby just now to see if she wanted to come round. She texted back to say no she was grounded because she'd stayed out late without permission last night. I wouldn't mind but she hadn't even asked me to go too. Then I texted Lucy,and she didn't even reply. Then I texted Margie and then remembered she was still away with Sophie Smith. Then I got a text back from Margie to say that she was away with Sophie Smith and please don't text her again.
I have no friends, no boyfriend, a sick cat which I'm probably being blamed for, and I can't even play my drums. Everything sucks.
The worst thing is we had liver and bacon for dinner. I hate liver and bacon!