the other day my room mates suggested that I take my cats to the vet because they seemed to be in some kind of pain, truth be told I'd putting it off, it had been coming down to vet trip or food, and up till recently I figured my girls (cats) would apperciate eating and having a home to a trip to the vet.  Well it turns out they have a gi tract infection. (ya!)

On top of that my roomates needed my help to organize the garage, 'cause you know my stuffs in there too, but between all this my night shift sleep schedule was completly destroyed. I kept runnig inside to check on the phone to see if the vet called, and wasn't much help. On the other hand if the vets office had called and I wasn't able to anwser the phone I would have really upset.