Am home. Am also exhausted. Am also considering the possibility I might have broken something in my foot.
Real updates tomorrow.
packet is trying to eat my dinner. Considering that my food intake has been woefully thin (had soup and a grilled cheese sandwich on Sunday afternoon, a small piece of cake, a piece of haupia, and a small piece of mango cheesecake on Sunday night, and an egg and cheese croissant on Monday morning, and nothing since until just now), this is not a good thing.
Silly cat. Wish me luck.
Considering the ongoing ulcer issues I had this weekend, the fact that dinner (a sandwich, for ghu's sake) has completely pissed off my stomach is disconcerting.