Sharp pain in my right TMJ all night, don't know where that came from, but my god it was a bitch. Abdominal pain, know where that came from, no less a bitch. Feel like shit, so I decided to stay home today. I have more gas in my car, so I let Brent take it, and he locked me in as he left. I felt so safe and secure. And unable to travel, as I do not have his key to his rental nor do I now have a key to my own home.
Thus I am locked in, like the princess in the tower.
First full surly gurly day, so I'm glad I'm staying home. The first two are usually the worst. I'm going to have to turn on the t.v. or some music, because the idiot upstairs has ONCE AGAIN left his alarm clock on and forgotten to come home. He must be getting LOTS of pootang, because he never seems to sleep here. The only reason I notice is because that damned clock starts going off and no one is there to stop it.
I'm going to do laundry today, and another load of dishes. And I'm going to eat, dammit. Poor Brent took sandwiches for lunch. I didn't cook last night, I wasn't up to it, and I am running out of groceries again. Eating is expensive.
The cats are fighting something fierce. It's weird. Although they are approximately the same size, I know that Suzi, the long haired one, eats less than Mitzi. She will actually step back from a full bowl if she thinks Mitzi might want the food. It's driving Brent nuts because of his sense of justice. Mitzi gets more, and that's how Suzi appears to want it. I don't know if their tussles are over food or house dominance or just exercise. But Mitzi was actually huffing during this last fight. It's no wonder that the vets said Suzi was six months younger than Mitzi. She must not be developing as quickly since she's not eating as much.