Vacation's a perfect time to get sick. I've got a head full of yick, though just cloggy yick, and not different brilliant colors yick. It'll be nice and quiet, someone else can keep an eye on LF, and I can vegetate.
I'm going to be so fricking bored.
I'm even too tired to stay at the keyboard for as long as I'd like.
To add insult to injury, Wednesday was one of those "break everything I touch" days. I wound up spilling water places, and may or may not have ruined my zip disk with all the important shit on it.
I'm waiting for it to definitely be dried out before I put it in the drive and see what happened.
Silly kitling was lurking by my door, waiting to be let in. She should have whined or something to let me know she was waiting.
Hopefully, she'll want to snuggle up tonight. I need cat-hugs.
I have devised a devious way to keep cat hair off my clean laundry -- I dumped it all on the couch, then stretched a sheet over it. This way, the cats get to sleep on top of the sheet, without shedding on my socks. So far it's worked.
I've figured out why traditional witches tend to have black cats.
1. With superstitions about black cats being bad luck, witches are the ones who will dare to keep them anyway.
2. If the witch is doing the traditional all-black wardrobe thing, it's smartest to have a cat that matches.
Little Fayoumis lost another tooth today.
Evidently this makes six.
Last night, I scorched my tongue on some far-too-hot soup or tea. It still hurts today.
I am miffed.