I woke up early to get to an early appointment, and ended up being 15 minutes late anyway...

Got to work and rubbed my eye, ripping my contact lens in half...

Can't stop coughing/sneezing/dripping... GAH.

Tonight's going to be a bath bomb night. I've earned it.

It's snowing.

Boston current conditions
Flurries 36° F At Logan Airport As of 9:55 AM

It seems I’m either fighting consciousness for hours just to get a little bit of fitful sleep, or when I can sleep, I have these horrific, violent, scary dreams.

Last night, it was the latter.

I was in a house. There was a man… greying, hair thinning on top, with a big bushy mustache. He was big. Tall and barrel-chested. Imposing. Not someone I know in real life. I can’t imagine why I would be in his house, but there I was. I sat in the front room, in a green velvet chair near the window, and I watched as he led two female police officers to the back of the house. They were in uniform. One of them was tall, blonde and pretty… I knew her from somewhere, but I can’t place her face. The other was petite and auburn-haired. There were also two men following them.

Scene next, I awoke in a back room, a bedroom. The men had killed the female police officers and butchered their bodies. The bodies were in the closet. There was blood everywhere. I was on a bed, face down, spread-eagled, and naked. I could not move, but I don’t know if I was restrained or just paralyzed by something. The burly man was speaking to me, smoking, but I don’t remember what he was saying… it’s like, I could see everything, but it was silent except for the rush of blood in my ears. I was crying. I was terrified. I was very, very cold. They started beating me with the severed left arms of the two women. I blacked out.

And then I woke. Freaky.

Some of you may have heard me talk about Buddy, a neighborhood kitty who spends a lot of time over at my place. He's adorable, and really sweet-natured. Just a really nice cat. He has a home, but his owners think nothing of leaving him out all night in cold or rainy weather. This bothers me even more because we live so near a very busy intersection, and just across the street from a college campus.

At first, Buddy just came over to visit us outside. My roommate and I had dishes for food and water for him out on the back porch, and during the summer, he'd often hang out and nap on the table or chairs we have on the front porch. For the last few weeks, now that the weather's turning colder and I'm sure that he's been neutered, he's cootie-free and otherwise healthy, we've let him inside. We've even let him stay overnight on a few occasions. He's always been a perfect guest. He gets along great with my roommate's cat, Penny, and with both Dub and Kali. Kali seems to really enjoy his visits. She follows him around everywhere - it's SO cute.

Well, last night, Buddy fell asleep under my bed. I decided to let him stay there, since it was late, so I corralled Dub and Kali and we all turned in for the night, with Dub in his usual spot on the pillow to my left, and Kali curled up in the fleece throw at my side. I drifted off to sleep.

Around 1:30, I woke up. I looked and saw Dubya sound asleep on the pillow next to my head, and Kali still sleeping next to me. But I felt a warm, fuzzy little body behind me... so I looked over my shoulder and saw Buddy there, curled up in a little ball against the small of my back, out like a light. It was just adorable, seeing this little guy, so affectionate, so obviously comfortable with us, and it just about broke my heart to think that he might not be getting this kind of attention and affection from his owners.