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Apr. 8th, 2008 05:10 pmI feel like shit. I woke up at 6:30 this morning, a mere five hours after I went to bed, to the sound of Annie apparently once again doing her best to die. She may have cancer. She may have something else, which may or may not be really bad. If her labs don't show anything, she'll have to have exploratory surgery, which may kill her all by itself.
I haven't gotten anymore sleep, so I'm working on half of my ideal allotment, and I haven't eaten anything that you could really call "real" food.
I'm going in to work, probably to close and thus not leave until 10:30. Also known as "about the point where I expect to start seeing those cobwebby little hallucinations that mean you really need to sleep RIGHT NOW".
To summarize:
The cat who we've had since I was four, who was born in our house, is probably going to die just a few days before my birthday. And as an extra bonus, I'll probably also be sick from chronic sleep deprivation!
I haven't gotten anymore sleep, so I'm working on half of my ideal allotment, and I haven't eaten anything that you could really call "real" food.
I'm going in to work, probably to close and thus not leave until 10:30. Also known as "about the point where I expect to start seeing those cobwebby little hallucinations that mean you really need to sleep RIGHT NOW".
To summarize:
The cat who we've had since I was four, who was born in our house, is probably going to die just a few days before my birthday. And as an extra bonus, I'll probably also be sick from chronic sleep deprivation!
