Rub a dub dub, at da club

Remember the "Pac Man" cartoon show from the '80s?  Lately at work, I feel like I'm in a perpetual state of being chomped--like when the ghosts would chomp Pac Man, and he'd be incapacitated.

Last weekend, I noticed Sugar's right eye was slightly closed, and had a gauzy film over it.  So I scheduled a vet appointment for today, and thought it would be fun to take her out for a walk the couple of blocks to the place. Talk about an idiot maneuver. Cats like the familiar, they like to hide in and underneath things, and be in a position where they can attack/escape if necessary.  So big tall-ass building, roaring cars, and the like, are not fun to a cat.  I thought at any moment she might wriggle out of my grasp, rip my face apart, and bolt.  But after ten strenuous minutes, we made it to the vet, she was diagnosed with an ulcer in her eye (because sleeping and eating all day are truly, truly stressful activities), I got some ointment for her, paid the $146 bucks (!), was given a cat cart to tote her home in, and trekked back toCasa Fiesta.

I need to post the roommate ad on Monday, but before I do, I'm going to start a petition: No More Will Ferrell movies.  I'm asking nicely.

Uploaded 08/07/2010
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