I'm tired of empty day after empty day. Nothing to look forward to.

I've been taking my dog out for potty for two weeks. Today was the first day it was really hard. I took her out for her late-afternoon break and she wanted to go out again three hours later! I was so angry with her! Usually she lasts until bedtime. I'm so sorry i ever got her. She was a manic purchase. Now i'm in love with her and it's too late. Six more weeks at least of taking her out for potty. I don't know how i'm going to do it. I'm sick of her!

So that's my life: servant to a dog, narcotizing myself with food, sleeping as long as possible and dozing as long as possible. I'm only up for about seven hours a day, in the evening. I tried to talk to a neighbor today outside but she was so senile she couldn't remember the movie she'd just watched. "The one with all the dogs," was what she said. I excused myself quickly.

I hate my life.