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geobabe, you win the Dr. Intartoobz award. I went back to the doctor for the eleventy millionth time and it is, indeed, labyrinthitis. Best symptom ever? Vertigo. When Steven gets in, I have to have him run me over to Le Target and fill my more prescriptions so that I can drive to work tomorrow.

I apparently napped through the absolute worst of the dizziness this morning, which is something.

My wonderful, darling, genius of a cat was eating dried pasta today. It seems that I had dropped a wagon wheel the other day while making dinner and she found it. All I could hear was this awful crunching and I'm all, wtf are you eating, cat?

And she just stares at me, nom nom nom, crunching away like it was the greatest thing ever. When I went to get up, she took it and ran off with it like I was going to STEAL THE HALF-EATEN DRIED PASTA. Please cat, I have a fridge full of people food that is way tastier than something I dropped on the floor how many days ago.

Now, mind you, the cat is already on my shit list because she decided today would be the best day to play four legged alarm clock AT 5:15 IN THE MORNING. She's way more efficient than the regular kind because the sleep feature only works in the middle of the afternoon.

And of course, if one of them is down here, the other is not far behind. After she boots up the stairs, the kitten was just sitting and staring at me for God knows what. She now meows at me when I ask what the hell her problem is. I need two talkative cats like I need a hole in the head.

Blah, my feet are cold today. Back to lying down on the couch.