What. A. Day.

It started around midnight when I discovered a bat in my room. We got rid of it and it survived leaving the room, whether or not it survived once it got outside is a mystery that nobody cares about. It either flew away or was eaten by an alley cat.
Had a dream/nightmare about this crazy dog at work that is almost impossible to get a choke chain around, let alone get into his cage to put it on him without him escaping. In the dream he broke my left hand while I was wrestling him (which has been oddly hurting all day in the spot that "broke" in the dream), and I was saying "My career is ruined! I can't play music anymore! Stupid dog! My hand is broken!" Not the greatest dream.
Today was just kind of crazy. Woke up, did the morning routine, went to work. Morning shift at work was fine, nothing too eventful (other than dealing with a bipolar cat that scratched up my arms and stomach). Went home for a quick lunch break, on my way back, 2 of the 4 brand new tires we just had put on my car at Wal*Mart went flat on me. I pulled over on Highway 20 under the Grandview bridge, called my work to let them know I'd be late, called dad, he and my mom came, dad stayed with my car to have it towed, mom took me to work. I was still pretty shaken up from having that happen to me, it was the first time I drove and got a flat, and I got 2 flats in a car that is very prone to rolling. (1995 ford explorer) So my heart is still pounding and I walk into work. First thing I get to do, pull out that crazy dog that I've had trouble with in the past and that broke my hand in the dream. Uggg. It took me about 3 solid minutes of wrestling with him to get him to stop jumping on me (oh and by the way, this dog is larger than me and weighs more than me), and it was just impossible, he did NOT want that choke chain on. I was still having anxiety from tires blowing out and the noise they made and being stuck and not knowing if things would be ok, and now this crazy animal just brought me to my peak. Had my mini anxiety attack for the month, got the dog out, and things went ok from there on out. Oh, except that this 8 week old puppy that I had to carry out peed all over my shirt and I still had work for another 3 1/2 hours. Just what I needed.
But other than that, I enjoyed work very much today. And I am now very sore and very tired.