Spaced Out.

Neo's on a lot of drugs. He's very loving at the moment, wanting lots of cuddles.

I rang the vet at 8am, to say he still wasn't going to the toilet too well. She said to take him in at 12.

I decided to take the day off work, and duly took him back to the vets, where she said he was fine, but if I was still concerned I could take him back again later on.

I decided not too, as I don't think he needs anymore stress.

Didn't know what to do with myself, so I sat and sorted out some of my tax return paper work, and then fell asleep for 2 hours. I think the last few days have caught up with me.