Fae: Since she is largely getting thigh meat and the backs/necks, I think she'll be okay. I'll start mixing up different meats the next time I go grocery shopping, and pick up stuff just for her. I'll probably get some bone-in pieces because those are cheaper and I can use the bones for broth. I read that game hens are great for raw-fed cats because the bones are so small and pliable, so when we get more into raw-bone territory, that will be on my shopping list too. She's about 10 years old this year. I got her when she was ~1.5, in 2004.
Last night: I alsmost don't want to talk about it, but I'm so exhausted and frustrated, I think it's the only way I'm going to be able to function today. Our friend, C (the one FiancÚ and I met through) came over last night for drinks with FiancÚ. I had planned on going to bed, but got woken up by them after an hour or two (I was in bed around 10). They busted into the room where I was sleeping, drunk, messing around. I didn't really sleep again after that because they were so loud, no matter how many doors I closed. I should have tried the ear plugs. I switched beds at one point because the computer room doesn't get the noise directly from the living room. I was more comfortable in that bed, but still couldn't sleep. They came in and bugged me some more, to use the computer. I decided to stay up at that point, but was seriously grumpy from lack of sleep. Things finally settled down sometime after 2:30 AM, not sure when exactly. I woke up several times after that.
I think I have not had the chance to really impress upon FiancÚ how stressful work has been lately, and how important it is that I get adequate sleep right now. Things are going to lighten up next week, but it's still nutty here and I've been having a hard time keeping my cool even without sleep disruptions. I told him this morning that we needed to talk about what happened last night, with them keeping me up and barging in on me while I was trying to sleep. FiancÚ used to be a bit more considerate about keeping the noise level down, doors closed, and not ENTERING THE ROOM WHERE I WAS SLEEPING when he's had friends over to drink on weeknights in the past. I think it's been a while and he just wasn't thinking.
GROSS ALERT (vomit): I had to clean up C's vomit from all over the bathroom this morning. I heard him puking last night, after FiancÚ got him to leave our room (he had settled in under a blanket on the floor by the foot of our bed), and it sounded pretty bad. It was EVERYWHERE. Floor, all over the toilet (except the tank cover), side of the tub, shower curtain (but fortunately not inside the tub or shower curtain), sink... Yeah, I could have left it, but I also wanted to pee and brush my teeth, so I cleaned it all up pretty well with some bleach spray, drying out my hands significantly in the process (adding dishwashing gloves to grocery list). I have an odd gag reflex. It kicks in when I have to clean wet things up off the floor. No idea why, but it's always been that way! So...this morning was rough. Cleaning up a friend's vomit because I could not trust him to be sober enough to do it later and I needed to use the bathroom did NOT help my mood. And I have never had OCD tendencies before, but I felt so disgusted that I didn't want to use the neti pot (it was in there) and I feel like I need to clean the whole bathroom tonight.
I don't feel like writing about anything else right now. Food last night was nibbling, again, and choking on some delicious, salty chicken broth. I didn't have breakfast this morning. I didn't take my Vitamin D.