Getting to work was an experience this morning. Slept ok, even though Katy had a bit of a rough night. She's getting better, for which I'm thankful, but the antibiotics she's taking are making her a bit queasy. It's poo, but it's still better than the alternative. We're taking things slow and easy. Her fever took a lot out of her. She couldn't open a bottle of water yesterday. So, anyway, this morning, gravity was especially strong as I found it hard to get out of bed. Curse you increased gravity *shakes fist*
Ahem. So, I was a bit sluggish this morning. I was more alert than Boris – who's still getting over his trip to the vet yesterday where he lost a few bits of himself – but I was way off my regular schedule. As a side note, poor kitty… He was walking funny last night, and looked rather pathetic and disoriented. Now I agree with you that I'd probably be worse if I had my balls cut off, but it's for the best. He was getting to be a stinky kitty. I just hope it doesn't affect his mood too much. It took me an extra 20 minutes just to get out of the apartment… hmph, and people say I faff around after that.
So anyway, as I'm trying to leave to try and get to the office at a “reasonable” time, I kept getting pressured to perform oral acts upon the person who was occupying my bed†. Every time I tried to leave, I kept hearing “MORE!” I take it as a sign she's getting better.
I ended up taking a cab to work. This is where the distrubing part comes in. The cab driver was bald, but had HUUUUUUUUUUGE flaps of skin at the back of his skull. Like, scary, disturbing, can't-stop-looking-at-them sort of way. And they were shiny. Like he had some sort of alien growth on his head. He had to ask me where I was going twice because I couldn't stop staring…
† And before you get all riled up, she wanted a kiss. Pervs, all of you…