Losing it...

This is my 500th post, and I wish it was more upbeat.

I think that I am slowly but surely losing it. I had hoped to get a lot of rest this weekend, but it seems like the Gods are conspiring against this. Saturday night I managed to fall asleep around 1am. Shortly thereafter, a car alarm went off across the street. I woke up thinking that it was the house alarm going off again, and grabbed the giant torque wrench/breaker bar thing next to the bed and went out into the hallway. Once I realized it wasn't the house alarm, I looked out my window and saw the car alarm going off. Regardless, I wasn't able to calm down for some time.

Sunday night, again going to bed with the best intentions, I was awoken by Eliza's strange behavior. She had been acting weird most of the afternoon, but around 1am she was crying loudly, running into the litter box, and I saw a little bloody-looking pool of liquid. She had been having diarhhea that afternoon, but this had clearly taken a turn for the worse, so off to the emergency vet 25 minutes away to have her looked at. I got home around 4am. She's fine, but needless to say, didn't get a lot of sleep last night either.

I think that I am going to end up like one of those Hollywood celebrities who checks into the hospital for "exhaustion."