I’m back at the lady’s house who was in the hospital.
I’m supposed to be here to help with her dogs but I don’t really do much. I think she really wants me here for moral support. She is nervous after getting out of the hospital.
I will probably leave this week. I told her my schedule so it’s up to her. I’m in limbo.
I like her a lot but I feel like I’m in jail. It’s stupid. I feel like I have to sneak off to see my boyfriend. It’s not her fault, it’s me. I have an overactive conscience!
Oh well. I’ll let you know how it turns out.