So last night I was so tired that I went to bed at 10.30p (!!!) and was going to get up at 8a so that I'd have time to write, but of course I set my alarm for 9a rather than 8a. I did get up before the alarm, but only 8.45a.

So this might be sparse.

These fucking cats are driving me spare.

Yesterday morning they decided that what they really wanted out of life was me to get up at 6a. Now, I had to get up at 7a, 'cause I was going into work early, but being awake at 6 didn't mean that I was getting up at 6a, not when I went to sleep after 1a, so instead I tried like hell to sleep more.

Monty wanted to sleep by my head, Milo wanted Monty to go away (he'd rather that Monty was nowhere near me than anything, including that I pet them both), so there was a fight next to my head, and they both were going from one side to the other, usually over my pillow, stepping on my hair on the way.

With occasional hoarse shouts of "Stop it!" from me, they settled down, but then Monty had the noisiest bath of his life one inch from my ear. He must have been a little congested, because he would snort with every lick.

"Snort snort snortsnortsnort. Bitebitebitebite. Lick lick snort."

There is no door to my bedroom. There was nothing to be done. I finally got up at 7.30a, but was sleepy as hell all day. Which is why I went to sleep at 10.30p. Of course, they got me up at 6a again, because they have decided that that's the routine. I got up and went to the bathroom, but decided that since I was up anyway, I'd feed them and see if that would settle them down, which it did.

I'm not doing this on the weekend!

I was on the phone with Cynthia yesterday, who had done some all-night extra work and was telling me how it went.

CYNTHIA
They can hire alot more non-union extras than they usta could...

ME
Usta could? What are you, Jeff Foxworthy?

CYNTHIA
Well, I'm tired! I'm always more Southern when I haven't slept.

Lucky the Leprechaun was chatty as a magpie yesterday, with both The Raccoon and me. Maybe I imagined him not saying a single word to me for two days.

He kept telling me how funny I am. Kiss of death, that. If they think you're funny, they don't wanna fuck you.

I don't really feel like doing this whole thing again. For close to ten years I have had nothing but crushes on men who don't like me back, and of course I'm sick to death of it, but I guess unless I want to give up and accept my inner spinster, I gotta keep falling.

I mean, I know what I look like, but there are women much uglier than me who have love, where's mine?

I discovered a wonderful new journal, though I may have been the last to do so. It's called Blue and Green and it's just too funny. Go read her, I'm sure she has a fine new entry up, me, I've got to go to work!

Today's horoscope:
Things could be a bit slow to start tonight. Once you warm up, you could continue for a LONG time!

One year ago today:
Honestly, the only way I could have been truly happy is if both teams had dropped dead.

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