I'm home, I spent five days doing nothing but reading and jigsaw puzzles in a residence facility. I felt blank and empty, I came home and felt loved (ETA: thank you, sweetheart), and then after a bit I just felt guilty.
I don't really want to talk to people, even the people I like. I don't want to be treated like I'm made of glass. I don't want to be tiptoed around. I'm tired... of a lot of things. All that, and I have to clean and sort out the stuff that dad brought back from the dorm and yadayadayada. God.
My rat bit my cat today. Right on the nosey. Leaned in for a sniff and then BAM! I was holding two screeching animals. Amusing, in an "oops!" sort of way. Of course, he'd already bitten this particular cat when he flicked his rather long and fluffy tail into his face. Rat. Bit the cat. Sputnik (the cat) has learned a valuable lesson. I hope.