I could not fall asleep last night. I finally took a Benedryl but it didn't work, so I was in that weird fog all frigging night. I finally start to doze off and then my cat, who is sleeping on the pillow above my head, starts to throw up.
Knock the cat off the bed, clean up the puke. Doze off for an hour at 6 a.m, get up to make coffee and.. step directly in some puke that I missed.
Get to school, the students were jerks today. Didn't show up for class. Go to meeting, fine. At this point, it's 5 p.m. and I haven't eaten all day. Supposed to meet friend for dinner, friend bails at last minute.
Fine. Come home. Go to change and find one of the cats has pooped in a dresser drawer I left open, on my yoga pants. This has never, ever happened before. Ever. Go clean out the litter boxes (which I cleaned last night, it wasn't a total disaster.)
Eat tortilla chips with cheese and sour cream, because I cannot deal with keto/Passover crap. Fall asleep on couch. An hour later, wake up and suddenly throw up over EVERYTHING. Run to bathroom. Am throwing up so hard I am peeing all over myself and the floor.
I can't decide if I'm glad that I'm single because no one was here to view this lovely nightmare, or that I wish I was with someone so I could make them rub my back and go get me Ginger Ale.
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