My hopes for today: go to work, whip off a quick neuter and dental, pick up some take-out, and rest at home in bed.

My reality: go to work, whip off a quick neuter, perform a grueling 4 hour dental, pay extra for delivery because now it's 4pm and my stomach is 100% empty, and then vomit up all that delicious Malaysian cuisine anyway.

Maybe this is karma for not going to my parents' for dinner after my entry about family and meals. In my defense, I had told my mother about my plans for what I deemed to be a "well-deserved splurge" as soon as I left work, and she called me about dinner a full 2 hours later.

Well. At least it tasted good on the way down, though the same can't be said of the opposite direction.

So now it's nearly 8pm and I have technically not had any nutrition today, since I'm pretty sure the whole she-bang ended up in my toilet-bowl, and not in the usual method. Oh well, people survive 24 hours fasts all the time, and I can't bring myself to try and swallow anything more when this blasted cough will probably only induce an involuntary upchuck.

(Another thing - while I have certainly bolted out of bed to the sounds of my retching cat on many an occasion and have offered her soothing pats and cooing noises, she merely stood in the doorway to the bathroom and watched quite coolly as I vomited my guts up, before walking away to something more interesting. I don't know where I get off telling people Kira is a "dog in a cat's body", she is obviously just using me for food and a place to sleep).