I'mlying in my bed, trying to fall asleep. I feel as though I have gravel pouring down my throat, and rolling around in the back of my eyeballs. My forehead feels slightly cooler than I imagine the surface of the sun to be.
I'm lying in my bed feeling rather miserable and more than a little sorry for myself. I'm almost asleep, finally. And my darling little kitty cat somehow seems to realise how I must feel, so she comes over to me, purring like a power-boat, and starts pacing back and forth across my chest, mewing reassuringly.
I am now entirly awake, which is frustrating, though somewhat reassured. Apparently miao, miao, miao. Apparently.
I'm lying in my bed feeling rather miserable and more than a little sorry for myself. I'm almost asleep, finally. And my darling little kitty cat somehow seems to realise how I must feel, so she comes over to me, purring like a power-boat, and starts pacing back and forth across my chest, mewing reassuringly.
I am now entirly awake, which is frustrating, though somewhat reassured. Apparently miao, miao, miao. Apparently.
I am so very angry right now.
I have a feather quilt that is about the same age as I am, which means it is extremely old and something I treasure greatly. I've been very unhappy about having to use it without a quilt cover; the feathers were coming out and the seams were getting weak. I decided to splurge, and I bought myself a new set of queen-sized sheets, complete with a quilt cover. I might not have my bed for a few more days, but, see, this way I get to have new sheets the day I get it.
So. It's only the second night that I've slept under my new quilt cover. I'm very pleased at the lack of feathers floating around the room, and at the lack of the cat chasing said feathers. I go out with Melissa for the night, becaus of unpleasant recent events.
Luca decideds that I'm obviously not coming home, since I've been out for an entire six hours. She freaks out and pees all over my quilt cover. No big deal. I take iot out of the quilt cover, and I try to wash it. The feathers ALL come out. My very old, largely unwashable quilt cover is now entirely ruined. My darling, beastly, stupid, neurotic cat has far to many problems. I need to find a way to make her less neurotic, but right now I'm a little more focused on not throttling her.
Thank you, Luca, for destroying one more set of precious memories. And thank you for doing it in the middle of the night. Do you intend to keep me from ever sleeping again?
I have a feather quilt that is about the same age as I am, which means it is extremely old and something I treasure greatly. I've been very unhappy about having to use it without a quilt cover; the feathers were coming out and the seams were getting weak. I decided to splurge, and I bought myself a new set of queen-sized sheets, complete with a quilt cover. I might not have my bed for a few more days, but, see, this way I get to have new sheets the day I get it.
So. It's only the second night that I've slept under my new quilt cover. I'm very pleased at the lack of feathers floating around the room, and at the lack of the cat chasing said feathers. I go out with Melissa for the night, becaus of unpleasant recent events.
Luca decideds that I'm obviously not coming home, since I've been out for an entire six hours. She freaks out and pees all over my quilt cover. No big deal. I take iot out of the quilt cover, and I try to wash it. The feathers ALL come out. My very old, largely unwashable quilt cover is now entirely ruined. My darling, beastly, stupid, neurotic cat has far to many problems. I need to find a way to make her less neurotic, but right now I'm a little more focused on not throttling her.
Thank you, Luca, for destroying one more set of precious memories. And thank you for doing it in the middle of the night. Do you intend to keep me from ever sleeping again?
Good news! A care package arrived for me today, for the darling people in Kung Fu Nation. I now have a shirt that says something about me. Bonus points, it even fits!
New clothing always makes me happy. Sometimes I think nice new clothes can eclipse anything in the world for a moment. When the world is a less than pleasant place, this is a good thing. When the world is a fantastic place, this is still a good thing. Retail therapy is in no way folly.
Speaking of retail therapy, I've been buying rather a lot of new things recently, in an effort to turn my appartment from 'a place that I sleep in' to my home. Many of the things I want are unavailable in this dysmal city, but with a little work I should be able to make things livable. I love decorating, it gets me all excited.
Would anyone like to see my new house? It's kinda like my old house, 'cept I don't hate it.
New clothing always makes me happy. Sometimes I think nice new clothes can eclipse anything in the world for a moment. When the world is a less than pleasant place, this is a good thing. When the world is a fantastic place, this is still a good thing. Retail therapy is in no way folly.
Speaking of retail therapy, I've been buying rather a lot of new things recently, in an effort to turn my appartment from 'a place that I sleep in' to my home. Many of the things I want are unavailable in this dysmal city, but with a little work I should be able to make things livable. I love decorating, it gets me all excited.
Would anyone like to see my new house? It's kinda like my old house, 'cept I don't hate it.
