to not report on Bella and food. Because it seems like whenever I do, it is met with some sort of reaction that makes me want to cry i.e. violent vomiting all over the bed, resulting in a mad dash to get blankets washed and dried before I go to work for several hours.
On top of everything else already...let's snow and freezing drizzle-ish weather is making it so I'll be walking to work. The road outside the apartment looks like a snowy shit mess. It's not very deep snow, but it will likely be packed down somewhat and slickery. I, for one, with how my day is going...do not want to chance it. I'd rather fall on my ass.