Monday to end all Mondays
This, she proclaimed with decidely weary rancor, is turning out to be a fucker of a Monday.
Just about 9:30 last night, I thought to myself: 'It's getting late. I should start getting ready for bed like a good little worker. Let me just shut down... oh, one fanfic won't hurt.'
Fucking epics.
Ali poked me to go to bed sometime 'round midnight. Calvin woke me up an hour later, doing laps of my bed. I should have listened, because he woke me again at 5, by PEEING on my PILLOW. Right next to my HEAD. You may imagine the extent of my unhappiness.
Calvin is currently out on the front porch, sulking. The rest of the Feline Four are not in my good graces, either.
And I have to go into Harborview today. Fuck.
Just about 9:30 last night, I thought to myself: 'It's getting late. I should start getting ready for bed like a good little worker. Let me just shut down... oh, one fanfic won't hurt.'
Fucking epics.
Ali poked me to go to bed sometime 'round midnight. Calvin woke me up an hour later, doing laps of my bed. I should have listened, because he woke me again at 5, by PEEING on my PILLOW. Right next to my HEAD. You may imagine the extent of my unhappiness.
Calvin is currently out on the front porch, sulking. The rest of the Feline Four are not in my good graces, either.
And I have to go into Harborview today. Fuck.
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And then he started pawing at the pillow next to mine like he's trying to cover up something stinky, and that's a noise that'll get me 0-60 awake in .5 seconds flat. Light on, cat launched off the bed, and I'm stripping it, headed for the laundry and turning on the computer to bitch all at once.
Dammit, I knew I needed to wash the sheets, but not at five-fucking-am!
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This is why I don't have a pet that can get out of his glass case....
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Kitten in a box.