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Dreams last night were filled with animals, which wouldn't have been a bad thing if one hadn't been a cute kitten which, thanks to the wonders of time travel, ended up dying twice. At least I was aware enough to provide the poor guy with some comfort the second time. There was also a large cat who I'd thought was a bobcat at first, though as it turns out it probably was a she and not named "Bob" at all. That cat seemed rather to want to kill me--it said something in plain English about chasing me as soon as it got rid of the overly friendly pig it was holding who seemed to think that being caught in the grip of one of Earth's most efficiently-designed predators was a great thing and all it wanted to do was turn around and give the big cat a big hug.

Yes, last night's dreams mostly could have been taken from the dangerous middle parts of Disney movies where you're still sort of wondering how they'll reach the delightful comic wrap-up at the end. I still wish the kitten hadn't had to die.

Argh.

I hate voice mail.

I hate that my body hates me.

Hello, this is [Name] at [Number] calling to let you know that I won't be making it in to my doctor's appointment because I'm too sick. I will call back in an hour because I know your voice mail system will eat this message.

It's not a bad day. It just doesn't happen to be a particularly good one.