For the first time in a really long while, I'm wearing a necklace my friend Sam made for me.  It broke many, many moons ago and she had to fix it for me.  She kept it for quite a long time, so I got out of the habit of wearing it.  It seems a little longer than it was before, but it's still pretty.

I forgot to mention it yesterday, but I had to take Gotham to the vet over the weekend.  His face cancer flared up again, just four months after the last time.  It seems like it's happening more and more often.  This time was REALLY tough on me.  Everyone knows that he cries when I put him in the carrier and take him in the car.  It's usually funny (I have a recording of him on my phone from a while back, it's hilarious!), but this time it broke my heart.  The cries were so loud and long, I almost started crying myself!  I'm being serious.  It was that bad.  He wouldn't stop.  It went on and on and on.  I opened the door to the crate and petted him, nothing.  I tried giving him a treat, nothing.  I tried talking to him, nothing.  Just cries.  I've never heard him sound like that before.  So on top of being worried that his health was bad, I had to hear him cry.  No "parent" should have to hear that.  :-(  I just wanted to take him out and hold him for a while.  We got to the vet ok, he came out of his crate, had his temp taken, was weighed, got his shot and then he went into the crate again no problem.  He cried again on the way home, but it wasn't as bad.  I should have known something was up...... we got home and I let him out right away (he bolted to the other room).  I went to put his crate away and I thought I smelled something.  Yup, the damn cat crapped in the crate on the way home.  Four neat, dry pieces.  At least he was considerate enough to refrain from having the runs all over it.  I laughed though.  He was mad and he got back at me.  We're even.

Here's a photo of Gotham that I took yesterday while I was waiting for the street to open.  The quality isn't the best, sorry!  Please ignore the old flower sheet I put on the bed while I'm at work...... and please ignore the gross gouge on my arm from my last round of tests at my skin cancer doc's.  And people wonder why I wear long sleeves!

Now that we're into October, I'm starting to get really sad that I'm going to miss The Long Beach Comic Con this year (for the first year).  I know I'm being silly.  Still makes me sad.  Maybe I can plan something to do that weekend that will keep my mind off of it.

I hope this doesn't set the tone for the day, but my train didn't come this morning.  I waited an extra 10 minutes for it and then the station started to fill up with people for the next train.  All of a sudden it was REALLY crowded (not to mention hot!) and I could only imagine how crowded the other stations were going to be (thus the trains were going to be packed), plus I wasn't going to get to work on time if I took the next train, so I bailed and drove in.  Wasted a token, bah.

I think I want to take a vacation day or two one of these days.  I checked my balance and I've got over a month accrued, so I may as well use some of it.  I don't have anything planned and none of my friends can take time off, so I'm not sure I'll do it.  

Wow, this heavy feeling of melancholia has just descended on me.  I hope it goes away.