It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

I let Helios Tiberius Fassbender out last night at around 6:30ish. He always goes outside. But he's been out there for 13 hours now and I haven't seen him and I have panicky issues with cats being outside anyway but he's Alison's and she likes him being allowed to go outside. So I didn't do anything wrong, but ffff.

If I just lost Alison's cat on the day she went to Australia to de-stress, I am going to slam my face into a wall repeatedly and never fucking forgive myself, fuck.

Chances are he's off doing his catty thing, but he doesn't usually stay away from the deck for very long. He comes back and whines and I couldn't sleep all night because I parked myself on the sanity mattress in the living room just in case he knocked the metal thing beside the door to come in. I have appointments and class today, I can't be flipping out about the ginger, but behold, that is what I am doing.

I hope he's okay :( And I am so not letting him outside until Alison comes home when he comes back, for fucking serious.

EDIT: He's back! Alison's dad accidentally locked him in the garage when he went out for take-aways last night. Helios now looks like he's afraid of everything in the world. Apparently the garage door opening gave him a fright. But he's home and safe and really freaking dirty and cobwebby and I hope he didn't take a scared-crap on any of Woot's things... Unless he was in the other garage. I am not sure. Either way, I can breathe again. It's nice.

I have a virus. YAY, A VIRUS OF MY VERY OWN! :| My doctor (whom I love) said it is most likely gladular fever, but she ordered a test just to make sure it wasn't anything else. She said it could also be a virus that pretty much causes the same thing, so basically I'm screwed either way. I don't care about the definition if the results are the same, but she's doing her doctory thing.

Does it make me weird that I love blood tests? I love them. The nurse asked me how I felt about needles and I assured her I have no problem with them. Then I informed her she wouldn't be able to find a vein in my arm, as I ALWAYS have to do and no one ever takes my word for it. I have always had blood drawn from, and had IVs in my hands. No one has ever found a viable vein in my arm, yet everyone tries (one lady dug around in there for fifteen minutes because she refused to be beat, but she eventually gave up) because apparently it hurts more in the hands? I wouldn't know. I have nothing to compare it to! And frankly a cat scratch hurts more than needles, in my humble opinion.

Anyway she found a vein in my hand and the blood started to go into the tube and I went "OOoooooh!" and she thought it was a sound of distress but I was like "No, I think it's awesome!" because I really do. I like watching it. I might be a freak, but I find it fascinating. So yeah. The highlight of my day was a blood test.

My week is going so awesome, you guys. So awesome that my cat used my head to prop her leg up to lick her arse a while ago. But I have doughnuts, so that's something! Now I'm gonna sleep because omfg.