Gawd, getting out of bed was hard yesterday. I was so tired the day before, after only having four hours of sleep, that I went to bed kind of early for me, and slept for ten hours, but I could barely drag myself up when the alarm rang.

When ten hours isn't enough, you know that you are overtired. Or that you are a spoiled baby! Ten hours? I'd give my eyeteeth for ten hours most nights, and now I'm complaining that it isn't enough?

Well, it wasn't.

So I staggered to the bathroom, and while I was in there, Baldrick came to see me. Now, he sleeps either on top of me or next to me all night, and while I was trying to deny that I needed to get up yesterday, he stuck his little head in my face several times.

The reason that I stress this, that I had seen his face quite closely only minutes before, was because when he came to be social in the bathroom, he had something sticking out of his mouth, a bit of torn brown paper. I grabbed it to take it out of his mouth, and it came out along with the string it was attached to. And I pulled and pulled, and he opened his mouth and started to gag, and I realized that this string was really long and it was right down his throat.

I stopped pulling, because I didn't want to hurt him, and let him do the work. He was gagging and pulling his head back, and I just kept gathering up the slack and keeping the string taut. Finally, the end came out of his throat, he gave me a horrified look, as though I had done something terrible to him, and sprinted away. "Hey, you're the one who ate the string, you ungrateful cat!" I called after him.

It was about two feet long, that string, and that's the kind of thing that is terribly dangerous for cats, it can get all tangled up in their intestines and bad things can occur, so I'm really glad that I saw it. But the two questions remain, where did he get in in my stringless apartment, and how the hell did he get all two feet of it down his throat in a matter of no more than two minutes?

The world may never know.

When I got on the bus this morning, I sat down, and this woman got up and came over to me.

"Every time I am on this bus, you are on the bus!"
"Really?"
"No matter what time! Yesterday I went in earlier than usual, and there you were!"
"Yeah, I went into work early yesterday..."
"Today I am later than usual, and here you are!"
"And I'm late today..."
"So it seems that no matter when I am on this bus, you are here, too!"
"Perhaps we are psychically linked!"

Either that or we're stalking each other without realizing it.

I was putting something in the fridge at work, and I noticed a tiny little salad from Wendy's with a massive lump of a package of dressing on top of it. I was curious, so I pulled it out and looked at the label. 250 calories and 25 gram of fat! For salad dressing!

I did the calculations later, and that's 7 points. Seven! Whole! Points! For something that is supposed to be all healthy! To put it in perspective, the 20 oz. bottle of Pepsi that I allow myself once a day (although now that I think about it, I haven't had one since Sunday) is five points.

I wonder, do people know this? Did the owner of this salad know this? Because if they are eating a salad because they like lettuce and ranch dressing, that's one this, but if they are eating if because they think that it's better than a hamburger, they are sadly mistaken.

I've become one of those boring diet people, haven't I? Ah well...

When I got home, I went into the kitchen, and the whirl of flies just put me over the edge. I am sick of these damned flies! Sick sick sick!! So I pulled out the only bug spray that I have, which happens to be ant spray, but I figured that poison spray is poison spray, and had at them, not bothering about hitting cat dishes or my plates or silverware, just on a manic killing spree, fly-wise. I was out for blood. Or fly goo. You know, whatever.

Afterwards, I scrubbed everything down thoroughly, but if I stop updating, you'll know that I didn't clean my plates quite well enough and am, in fact, lying dead on my kitchen floor, being nibbled at by them bad kitties. Of course, considering how behind I am on updating, how would you know? I guess we'll both just have to chance it.

Look, look, will you look at these adorable knitted hats that Heather is making? So cute and so cheap! I wish I could learn to make those, but right now I'm all about the scarves. I'm nearly done with the green one, but I seem to have no time during the week to knit except for a few rows at lunchtime.

Anyway, I ordered four, two for Molly and Bonnie for Christmas, one for Rita's daughter for Christmas, and one for me. Because winter is coming and I need a new silly hat!

Today's horoscope:
Take a look at the reading and writing skills of a young family member or friend--not from a critical perspective, but to enhance present abilities.

One year ago today:
Don't think what you write doesn't matter, don't think your thoughts and emotions don't matter--they are the only things that matter.

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