Erik's cat is taking over my bed. Plus I've got a half nakie Kat in my bed as well. It's not a lot of room for me.

Oh great. Now Sam is trying to destroy my curtains. He's been scratching at my stuff all night. I let him out really late tonight b/c I wasn't really here for half the day, so out of guilt I gave him catnip.

He proceeded to knock the whole thing out of my hands which made for a very high kitty. I managed to clean up most of it, but he chowed down a ton. Evil cat. Evil, evil cat.

I can't sleep. My stress levels are at a ridiculous high level which has been causing me to dry heave every day at random periods. The packing and the denture nightmare are the main fount of this mess in my head.

Plus, of course, I don't want to go. I know I'm planning on coming back in a year, but it's just ... I decided to do this and it's the smart thing to do (but I'm leaving the woman I love).