Today has just been exhausting.

Starting at 3am last night, I had to put my cat on a no food-water fast in preparation for his operation later in the day. I caught five hours of sleep, and we sent him to the vet.

When we got home, the technician came to deal with my faulty modem. And hah! They can't blame my internal wiring anymore; we got it fixed! So there! Anyway, this time the fellow was the same dude who installed my modem the first time about six years back and he was a really pleasant fellow. Changed the modem, got things done and was overall a pleasant person. So after that shindig, I ate my lunch. Which I had to wait ten minutes for in McDonalds in order to order because lunch meals only start at 11am. Go figure. I spend fifteen minutes there and ten was spent waiting for the clock to strike 11.

Then I had to rush to the dentist for my appointment. My braces were removed. It wasn't pleasant. The snapping off of the brackets was one thing, but the real torture began when they had to grind the "concrete" that held the brackets to my teeth down. Gods, it was like having a constant nails-down-a-chalkboard screeching--in my head! I swear, if the CIA needs some sort of torture method, this is it. Forget sleep deprivation, send your victims to an orthodontist; they can't sue you for good dental care and you get to fulfill your sadistic desires all in one go.

I have to say though, it feels weird feeling smoothness in the front of my teeth after two years of accustomed ridges.

After that, I got home in time for us to rush back to the vets to pick up our kitty. On the way back, mother decides to stop by the outlet for me to pick up my keys and sign some contract. And then I realised that the cat had gotten his cone, aka E-collar off. Bugger. So we got the contract thing done, after a really long wait and forgot the keys. Bugger again. Then we went around the place looking for a collar of the correct size. We ended up at the Bangsar Vet who sells it for way cheaper than our vet. Meh. Then we came home.

I walked the dog, dealt with the other fuzzies, got the separate room ready for poor operated Monte and shoved food and medication down his throat. He's dozing in the room now, I guess.

This is going to be a very long two weeks.