Refracted Neurons

One of my friends told me today that a friend of her boyfriends had really liked me when he met me. I thought this was really strange because I met him in a bar when I was feeling the most depressed that I have ever felt in my life.  I felt like someone was pouring concrete in my head and I was having a lot of trouble concentrating.  As a consequence, I didn't say very much because I couldn't figure out what we were talking about half the time.  I also had to feign interest in him because I wasn't interested in anything.  Either I'm really good at faking it, or this is a tactic I should take to lure men . . . distracted, disinterested, and really slooooow. 

I went to Oregon to visit my best friend.  I intended to leave here Friday night, but I ended up leaving Saturday morning instead.  I was tired and had bad heartburn.  Anyway, the weird thing about this trip was that I ended up taking my cat with me.  I couldn't find anyone who could give him his meds twice a day so I went to the pet store to find something to block off my trunk so he could have the whole back area of my car (I have a two-seater hatch back, so it's not really a trunk).  I ended up buying this net thing that turned out to be totally useless.  It may work in a standard car, but my car seemed to be missing all the parts I was supposed to use to anchor the net to.  So the poor cat had to be cooped up in his carrier for three hours straight.  He was better behaved than I expected, probably due to the herbal sedative the pet store sold me. Anyway, the trip to Oregon was uneventful.  We (the cat and I) hung out with my friend for ...

My skinny neurotic cat has hyperthyroidism. I took him to the vet last week because he was writhing on the ground and limping.  The vet could find nothing wrong with him and thought that he may have had a seizure.  She said I could do a blood test on him if I wanted to.  I said to do the blood test and, what do you know, his thyroid levels were high.  So now he has to take medication daily.