It's just one of those days...

Have you ever woken up in the morning from what was technically a pleasant dream (the content, plot, etc was enjoyable during the course of the dream) but have it actually make you sad or angry because it isn't for real? Like, being a little kid and dreaming of free candy and waking up in the household of a diabetic vegan? That's how my day started. I had a dream in which I got exactly what I wanted and I would have paid anything in those moments after waking to give up my waking life to just go live in that.

The mini-angst of my subconscious was short lived, though...

As I went in search of coffee I found even more piles of lovely kitty puke in the hall (Sam has been blessing the carpet a lot lately) and no kitty in sight. It took about 10 minutes to find her, lying behind the couch hot as if she had just come out of the oven. A few phone calls and a short drive later, I am now waiting in the the exam room of my vet while they piss off my sick kitty even further by taking her blood and shoving that delightful thermometer where the sun don't shine.

It's just really not my day. :-(

I'll update when I know something...