sad day
Friday was a sad, sad day.
-- my grandpa died
-- when I went on a bike ride to feel better, my phone got wet in my bike pouch that was supposed to be water resistant, and it died
-- I came back from work at 11:45 pm knowing that I had to be back at work the next morning at 8:30am and that I needed to sleep, but found out that the gas stove had been left on (by someone who will remain anonymous) for 6 hours
-- took my cat outside and took a drive; he threw up in his carrying case, and freaked out because he hates getting dirty, and the car was bumping and he didn't have anything to grip onto except the plastic of his pet taxi. He kept falling into his own vomit. Icky.
-- I was convinced that throwing up was a sign of gas suffocation and that OJ was going to die
-- Came back at 1:30am, the apartment didn't smell like gas, and had to give OJ a bath to get the vomit off of him
-- Watched OJ breathe for 30 minutes like the emergency vet said to, and then finally fell asleep
-- my grandpa died
-- when I went on a bike ride to feel better, my phone got wet in my bike pouch that was supposed to be water resistant, and it died
-- I came back from work at 11:45 pm knowing that I had to be back at work the next morning at 8:30am and that I needed to sleep, but found out that the gas stove had been left on (by someone who will remain anonymous) for 6 hours
-- took my cat outside and took a drive; he threw up in his carrying case, and freaked out because he hates getting dirty, and the car was bumping and he didn't have anything to grip onto except the plastic of his pet taxi. He kept falling into his own vomit. Icky.
-- I was convinced that throwing up was a sign of gas suffocation and that OJ was going to die
-- Came back at 1:30am, the apartment didn't smell like gas, and had to give OJ a bath to get the vomit off of him
-- Watched OJ breathe for 30 minutes like the emergency vet said to, and then finally fell asleep