So I think my cat might be stuck on stupid. We're in the bathroom (because heaven forbid I pee alone), and I have newish very slippery linoleum in there. All's quiet when suddenly she starts spinning furiously in circles, chasing and attacking her own tail. Eventually she stops and stares at the end of her tail as it twitches, like she has no idea that she's causing it to move, then tries to attack it again. She damn near knocked herself unconscious chasing her own tail. She has, in the past, fallen off the bed chasing her tail. She's weird.
As much as I hate to miss any excitement, my computer is whining for a reboot and it is closing time in my neck of the woods. Time to lay down and let visions of chainsaws dance in my, um, brain I guess.
strray, your package is all.. packaged, and will hopefully be going out tomorrow ._. I'm a procrastinator sorry
They're like...half scalded from hot water and steam and have cuts and scars all over. Not as bad as in high school when I worked out on a bag without gloves on all the time, but pretty bad.
So last night I had a nightmare that someone was trying to break into my apartment while I was inside screaming at the door that I had called the police. (Apparently in dream land it never occurred to me to actually call the police.) So I've been a little nervous tonight. A minute ago I heard sounds outside, couldn't figure it out. It was the wind. *sigh* Sorry I'm rambling, I'm getting sleepy
Day crew used to be the money gang, now it's the "pity me because I made just $2.24" circlejerk. That said, the key to getting thanks is NOT making money. So, there you have it.