Just found out *on Facebook* that my old black cat Jett (as in Joan Jett) died.
What the fuck is wrong with my family? My parents/3 brothers couldn’t be bothered to tell me during one of the several conversations I’ve had with them in the last day or so?
Jimmy offered to buy me a Nook book since I’ve read everything on mine, I bought “The Help.” I have a couple of magazines (the first issue is free as long as you cancel your subscription before the 14-day trial is up) so I will be curled up in bed with a huge mug of hot chocolate, my Nook, my boyfriend and the dogs.
:(
