I'm sick. Dammit.

Yesterday, at work, I got a massive cramp in my thigh. No clue wtf it was from or anything.

As the day progressed, I felt more and more tired. Began sniffling. Not fair; I already had a cold this winter.

I will spare all the nasty details, but this one I would stay home from work for. Forcing self to stay awake long enough to call the weekend librarian and give her a rundown on the week before I burrow into bed again.

Sucks. This is Marks' birthday weekend. At least we made it out to dinner last night. Gah. I may not end up being able to make his cake today, and that would suck considering all the time and money I put into those Wilton classes.

In other news, took the kitties to the vet yesterday for their yearly. Oreo gained two pounds, but when the vet checked her over, we were all somewhat surprised to find she a solid muscled kitty with practically no fat. Could have fooled me with her cubbiness, but no, she's just like, commando kitty. Harley, as usual, was an absolute pain in the friggin ass joy to get out of his carrier. Oreo hates the carriers and sat in Monty's lap the ride over, but Harley let it be known his displeasure of the entire day (except, silly cat actually runs into the carrier when I bring it out, even though every time I have ever put him in there, he ends up at the vet. Silly kitty.)

If they could talk...

Harley: *doing the kitty scramble on the exam table* Someone, HELP ME!!!!!!!! No! No poking! I shall bite you now! Ack, don't hold me down, let me bite him!

Oreo: *trying to sneak her way into the other room* Yeah, sure, fine, inject me, just let me go play with the doggie. PLEASE let me play with the doggies... pleasepleasepleaspleaspleasepl- ooo, shiny thing. MINE.