Last night had a terrible dream that lasted for-damned-ever: I had to strangle my mouse to death, because she was dying and in pain. I put my fingers around her tiny neck and squeezed where I felt a pulse. She was so sick that she didn't even wake up during this, but when I removed my fingers after a few minutes, I saw her open her mouth and begin to gasp, sort of wake up, but now in pain. So I had to do it again, then a third time - after which she started struggling a bit, opening and closing her mouth, clawing at my hands. I wondered if she had turned out to be not as sick as I'd feared but realized that I had probably caused her brain damage by now, so I couldn't just stop what I was doing. I was crying so hard in my dream, having to do this but not being able to, wishing I had gone to the vet to have them put her to sleep instead of trying to do it myself.
Woke up all stressed and sweaty; it was a fever-nightmare. Comfort was Tatsuko asleep beside me. I patted her and she began to purr immediately. She's sneezing a lot lately, so I'm thinking we both have the same bug. Harumph.
I think today I'm going to just pull up my comfy chair in front of the TV and watch a DVD or three. Wish I had more in the house to eat than sandwich-makings... oh, wait, I do have cheez-beans. And chopped tomatoes. Sounds like lunch!
Which reminds me: I haven't eaten yet today, been up for a few hours. I hate it when I feel like this and forget to eat. Only got about six hours of sleep last night, on top of everything.
Okay, {/whining}
Chris
