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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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Kitten in a box.