Am too tired to whine much. Have been sleeping at my parents' house since Saturday because they are away and someone had to take care of the cats. Sunday morning one of the cats got sick and stopped eating altogether -- it was only on Tuesday that I could finally get someone to drive me to the vet, where he got prodded for over half an hour. They gave him three shots of something or other and gave me a tube with a weird paste I have to feed him with. Force-feed, actually, since he categorically refused to eat on his own.

He ate a little meat this morning, but it was too little and I had to feed him the horrible goo again. I'm cooking chicken for him tonight. I sincerely hope he'll eat that. Or it will be the goo again. *sigh*

Did I mention my parents live in another town (actually a village)? Because they do. And I still have to be at work every morning, so I have to ride the train. Since I was worried sick about the cat, there was little opportunity for sleep over the last few days. In addition to that, I seem to be slightly allergic to the detergent my mom uses for the bedsheets because my whole skin is red and itchy since Sunday morning (better now since I had the bf bring sheets from home).