jwaneeta

My friends are off to the lake and I'm looking after their cat -- a round, soft, pretty, immaculate, bafflingly irritable and phobic little puff of fur with a pink nose. I'm her favorite of all non-nuclear-family humans (I AM, dammit, I know I am), which means she sometimes allows me to hold her without spitting and screaming, but only when there are no witnesses.

My friends asked if I wanted to stay over; they know I have a bad case of cabin fever. ( Read more... )

ETA: Forgot to mention that I found a Darth Vader pen and notepad set in the remainder bin yesterday and the pen lights up! I'm absurdly happy with my discount Vader pen.

Sigh. Dishes done. Microwave cleaned. Still no ftp. The bags of potting soil stuffed into the art cupboard (my cats will eat anything, seriously) are next, I suppose.

Son of ETA: It's heeere. The big old massive files are DLing even now. Adieu, vacation. We part without savage regret. Toward the end there, your money-free atmosphere of idleness was giving me panic attacks. Farewell!