So today, I wake up with like 5 minutes to spare as always and discover that I am sick, so I go to work and end up feeling worse and worse on the drive over, to the point that I’m like 5 minutes late to work. Walk in and they tell me how “ill” I look and tell me they’ll find someone to work my shift because they don’t want to get sick, finally at 12 someone comes in so I can go, I get home lay on the couch and feel worse and worse, I end up getting sick again then my cat starts to lick his fur off his behind again, so I try calling the vet, no answer of course. So I pack him in the car and make the journey up the mountain turns out he’s allergic to something so they gave him an allergy pill and told me to give him a flea treatment, just in case. Now I have to wash Baby, brush him and shave off the fur clumps in case he has fleas that might be biting Hatteras, Baby is long haired.. and very difficult to wash/groom. After all of that I come home and I’m feeling fineish. Plans with Katie for her final days in State College, as she begins her live on the grind in the great NEPA.

Hahahahah!

B