4:59p

This morning: Orch brought down photos she took of our cat, who perished yesterday.
This afternoon: Mom walks in from her errands with frames, to hang the photos.
My reaction: Give me a break. Are we seriously doing this now? Let it the fuck go. After all the whining my mother has done about the cat, she's all teary and sentimental now.
I should've known.

I am tired of sentimentality. He was 19, he was in pain, it was time. We had him so long.

I suppose people grieve in different ways and there is no one right. I just get frustrated.

I also get frustrated at having to explain shit I already did. Yes yes yes, speed up!