The Bad
In or around 1 am the other night, Gordon was being a bit of a whiny bitch - he was sitting on top of the radiator crying for attention, but refused to come and join me in bed. Because I have been feeling insanely guilty since returning to work about how lonely he must be, I decided to go and grab him, which is clearly what he wanted. I did it a bit too fast though, and so he had his claws out and scratched me across the chest, including in a rainbow-arc fashion right across my right nipple. With real blood and everything.
The Ugly
Immediately harboring visions of a horribly deformed, football-shaped right nippo, I retired fast to the bathroom for the application of some hydrogen peroxide to head off any infection.
The fizzing tells you its working. The pain tells you that catering to your cat at 1 a.m. on a weeknight was a bad idea from the get-go.
The Good
Apparently my subconscious decided to give me a break, because once I had finished first-aiding myself, I quickly fell asleep and dreamed that I was on a sweet upside-down underwater tour of Venice with the U.S. Mens Moguls Team, who were all quite dreamy. The tour itself was also sweet.