Something horrible has happened.
I am very tired. I AM NEVER TIRED! I AM THE QUEEN OF NOT TIRED!!! I am the person who can feasibly go to bed at ten and wake up and 5:45 feeling LIKE SUNSHINE. Then I would read the newspaper as I ate a lovely breakfast. Now I am never hungry and always tired. Horrible, I tell you!
I suppose I'll be happy when I'm taller.
Perry undid one of his stitches, resulting in the placement of a cone on his head. Unfortunately, I am the only one who understands how to put it on, so my lovely slumber is frequently interrupted.
Ta-ta! 1.1.11!!! Happy New Year!!
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Poetic Truth and Daisy
I'm wearing destiny on my fingertips.
Sounds pretty cool, right? All poetic-y and artsy. Actually, my little sister gave me pale pink nail polish for Christmas and it is called Destiny. And I love it, not only for its color but because I was able to wear nail polish for the first time in six months because I didn't botch it all up.
Daisy has been acting odd lately. And by odd, I mean kitten-y. And by lately, I mean ever since Perry was gone/put in a cage. As I said earlier, we brought Perry home on Christmas Eve to much delight and a couple hours of driving. To keep him from jumping or running or licking his ugly stitches, we have contained him in an old dog crate--it is black wire and made for big dogs, so he has plenty of room. But what does this have to do with Daisy? With Perry indisposed, Daisy is The Only Cat. She has reverted to kitten-ness: ripping open food bags and my special annual Chex Mix, letting me pet her for five whole minutes and playing around rather than sleeping. Is this good or bad? Hmm....
Sounds pretty cool, right? All poetic-y and artsy. Actually, my little sister gave me pale pink nail polish for Christmas and it is called Destiny. And I love it, not only for its color but because I was able to wear nail polish for the first time in six months because I didn't botch it all up.
Daisy has been acting odd lately. And by odd, I mean kitten-y. And by lately, I mean ever since Perry was gone/put in a cage. As I said earlier, we brought Perry home on Christmas Eve to much delight and a couple hours of driving. To keep him from jumping or running or licking his ugly stitches, we have contained him in an old dog crate--it is black wire and made for big dogs, so he has plenty of room. But what does this have to do with Daisy? With Perry indisposed, Daisy is The Only Cat. She has reverted to kitten-ness: ripping open food bags and my special annual Chex Mix, letting me pet her for five whole minutes and playing around rather than sleeping. Is this good or bad? Hmm....
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