November 5, 2009

A long, relatively boring day

Rufus is in awful condition, again. It makes me nauseous just to look at him, so I'm not eating enough because he's in the kitchen, and he's sick, which is sad, and the whole thing is pretty much just a steaming pile of awful.

I ought to write something meaningful here. I ought to be able to come up with something worth reading. However, all I can really manage is a whimper of emotional and physical pain.

Woe is me.


Julie said...

Poor Tea! Poor Rufus! *virtual hug to both*

I wish I had something funny to say to cheer you up, but can't think of anything off the top of my head. skljdfgsdhfkhduifnu. blarg.