The slow swirl down the toilet...

Trying desperately to hang on to my leftover savings...
Paying off major debts will leave me with.. not too much.
Now the panic is starting to set in.
So i'm getting sick. And depressed. And angry. And i'm feeling a little lost.
Only good thing about the recent week is the weather... nice and cold.
And my boys.. Traffie and Mr Ex.
And my Mishka, Molly and Macky. And my cats.
So basically i'm a little ball of misery and the only things making me get out of bed in the morning are my animals. A good Molly-poke in the stomach and/or eye gets me up.

I'm flailing about in a panic on what my future holds. At one point, i thought i had things all set. Then the messup with my money. Now. Now i don't know.
I don't want to go back to computers. IT is all well and good, but i'm not made for it.
I don't want to be a waitress again. That would just crush what left of feeble spirit i have left.

I'm teetering here, i don't know where i am or what i'm doing.

*sigh*