God, it's late. it's 10.16a and I am not dressed, though I have bathed.

I really need to knock off the freakin' going to bed before midnight, 'cause whenever I do, there is a cat convention where they do the can-can on my face in the middle of the night.

Last night I woke something before four, I know not why, something cat-related, but not too bad, and they were all settled down again, Monty next to my head and Milo under the covers next to my thigh, when I realized that I had to go to the bathroom.

I tried for ages to get back to sleep without getting up and going, but I ended up having to, which meant that the cats were up and fighting and walking on my hair, and it took until 5a to get them settled and me back to sleep.

O yeah, and just as they were getting to the point where going back to sleep was in my sights, I realized that I had just gotten my period. I knew that if I got up again to take a pill, I could forget about sleeping for the rest of my life, so I just hoped that it wouldn't start hurting until morning.

Then, at 6a, they were at it again. By the time my alarm rang at 8a, I wasn't about to pretend that I was getting up soon by hitting the snoozebar (take that, Snoozebar!), so I reset the alarm for 9a and then hit the snoozebar!

I actually got up at 9.30a.

And you know what that means, don't you? Crappy, short, meaningless entry! Catch you on the flip side.

Today's horoscope:
Creative efforts pay off. Your abilities and flair contribute to material rewards. You are appreciated.

One year ago today:
I finally saw what the big deal was with Viggo Mortensen, who is some sweet side of beef.

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