Tonight is the Opening Night of our final show of the season, Betrayal by Harold Pinter.  Part of me wants to be here and part of me doesn't.  I love this play, it's one of my favorites I studied in college, plus its Pinter!  Scott and my mom will be at the show so it will be good company.  I'll be distracted part of the night though.  I'm worried about our cat Oberon.  He has some sort of cat flu or something.  He's been vomiting and has the poo-poos.  I don't think its something to panic over because everything else is normal.  He is not drinking extra sums of water or sleeping excessively.  Everything scares me now since that cat and dog food recall fiasco.  Neither of them eat any brands on those lists and most of that is under control so I'm going to go with the flu-like idea.  I just hope he gets better soon because I hate to see them like that.  Its no fun being sick and its harder when the sick thing can't tell you what it needs to be better.

Update: This is what my eyes feel like after staring at a computer all day.