Diarrhea and puking, in a day or two events don't usually worry me with animals (or people, actually) unduly. Acting "sick" for longer and I would hie to a vet.

Kittenish had a cold when I picked her up from the cattery last time and I was worried but after a couple of days she was fine. I, however, had been sneezed on a lot.

should I go to a career counsellor? If so, how do I find one, and how much do they cost?

If you find one - I'd be willing to give him/her some business too. Totally lost here.

And jeez, how pathetic is it that I'm having the traditional mid-20's "I don't know what to DOOOO!" angst at 31?

I'm hitting 39 in less than a month and I'm right there with ya.

Fuck them all the way to East Fuckistan and back

JZ, i'm sorry you are having to deal with all that DMV bullshit but I want to marry that phrase.

erika, my dog has had that issue and it's been nothing. I always call the vet and they say put him on a bland diet (white rice and chicken or cottage cheese) for a day or so and if it's still going on bring him in. But it has always cleared up.

She has such a touchy little system. Our vet is apparently a single babe in my age range...Mom says I should take her next time. Apart from the ugly problem, would that be a meet-cute or what?

I've got way more books than shelf space right now, but I'm having trouble finding floor space to put another bookshelf.

Sister! I'm currently plotting an elaborate rearrangement of two rooms to squeeze in another bookcase.

There is no age limit for a career crisis, Juliana. I don't usually recommend self-help books, but What Color Is Your Parachute is helpful to a lot of people.

Okay. After devoting myself almost full-time since 10:30 to this, I owe the DMV another $21 and they promise that's it, no more mystery charges sprouting up out of nowhere. I'm still expecting to be roundly fucked come Monday when I go in to pay, but for now that's what they're saying. Then there's the car insurance and the credit card payment and we're done for the month. And after this weekend of relative-hosting, the credit cards go in the freezer.

If you're not organized, you could lose a copy of the Declaration of Independence for 200 years: [link]

And jeez, how pathetic is it that I'm having the traditional mid-20's "I don't know what to DOOOO!" angst at 31?

I am right there with you, my sister in 31-yr-old "Well, fuck, what now?"

Of course then I'm all "I'll write a comic! I'll go to grad school! I'll design clothes! I'll knit couture dog sweaters! I'll have a girly pink sex shop! I'll fight crime! It'll be awesome!" Then I fall over with exhaustion at how busy ideal me is.

"I'll write a comic! I'll go to grad school! I'll design clothes! I'll knit couture dog sweaters! I'll have a girly pink sex shop! I'll fight crime! It'll be awesome!"

I want you to do all of those things!

FWIW, I didn't publish my first book until mere weeks before I turned 40.

Then I fall over with exhaustion at how busy ideal me is.

YES. "I'll study Shakespeare! I'll own a karaoke bar! I'll become a massage therapist!" Oy.