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1.12.2009

Just a Brain-Dead List

I know that I can't keep at this schedule. It's only a matter of time before my brain's going to hurl itself into full revolt mode and start coming at my body with rakes and pitchforks. That nasty cold I got right after New Year forced me to sleep for nearly a whole week, and I hate that.

Sleep is boring and there's so many things I could be doing if I didn't have to give in to it. Going to the bathroom is a waste of precious time too, as well as that whole morning routine of "Shit, Shower & Shave" or whatever your third S happens to be. In my adult and mature fashion I rebelled by staying up until dawn when I finally felt good enough to do so. Today I'm functioning on about three brain cells and even they can't seem to find each other to rub up against. It rolls downhill--all you get is a bulleted list entry from me today.

I can't believe that Slyde gave me a shout out on his bulleted list today! And in the first slot, too. Back atcha, buddy.

I'm sick and tired of coughing up lung chips. Honest to God, between Nettl and myself our bedroom sounds like the tuberculosis ward of some old Victorian hospital in a Dickens novel.
Where the heck is our snow? Places that never get snow have it and we've not had any. There was that one light dusting in November, but it lasted about five minutes. I'd like some snow please.
F*cker Cat (the name I call her) has gotten into the habit of getting up on us at 4:30 in the morning. She "makes bread" on Nettl, then she climbs onto me to roost so that she can stare at Nettl at eye-level. Is it affection? Is it love? No. She's demanding she be fed. Oh, she's a passive-aggressive one. She gives us nose kisses and purrs, but when that doesn't work she gets on the bed tables and knocks stuff off. Then she sharpens her claws on the chairs, which rouses a loud "PSSSSST!!!" from Nettl and a groggy "F*cker cat..." from me. F*cking cats.
I need writing gigs. Actually, I need some work, period, but I think a writing gig would be nice. But it has to pay something. I only have 50 cell phone minutes left and I can't afford to add more.
Our living room looks weird right now. Because we were all sick the first week following the holidays we didn't get our decorations down like we usually do. We've been doing it piecemeal: whenever one of us goes downstairs (and has the energy) we take something down, so there's Christmas crap on the table, on the bar, over the chair... The tree is still up and it's too bloody cold to take down the outside lights. I unplugged them though, so at least we don't look like a bunch of nerkles to our neighbors.
I had to clean up my Blog List a bit. It doesn't mean that I don't love you, it's just that if you haven't updated in three months or so, my OCD tendencies take over. I still have you in my Google Reader though, so when you update I'll be there.
I really hate those Mucinex commercials because they're so true. That green dude and his entire green trash family have moved in and will not be evicted. I think they're breeding too, because if snot was an alternative energy source Nettl and I could keep a city of about 15,000 lit up for a year.
And with that lovely visual I'm out of here. I have some business stuff to do online today and it's already after three.

10 comments :

  1. I'm about to kill me a cat and make her into cat stew.

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  2. My cat is a soup chef. The water bowl and the chow bowl are side by side. Milo scoops some chow with his paw, drops it into the water, and stirs it. Looks like soup to me. Then he scoops the wet chow into his waiting mouth. Oh, yum! And picture the floor while this is going on. Oh,yeah.
    Lyn

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  3. Ya know, I was gonna blast you for taking me off your blog list because on first review I didn't see my blog.

    Then I remembered that I changed the name of my blog. Ooops. My bad. Nothing to see here.

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  4. Want some snow? We jad 6 inches Saturday and 1-3 more are coming tonight!

    And oh yeah, I *finally* got a copy of Mozartballs on order. Every time I thought of ordering it, I was so broke I couldn't pay attention (it's hell to be a poor girl) but today -- ta-da!-- it's on order!!!!!! YAY!!!!

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  5. Ha! Sleep is necessary for a healthy body--but it is useless if you cannot dream! I enjoy your posts! Bravo.

    Cheers,
    Clayrn Darrow
    M.IV

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  6. The two female cats whom I allowed to live until old age did that too. My present two guys wait until the sun's up. I cured the early birds by feeding them just before bed at night. They got into the insane habit of not looking for food in the morning, and all day until dinner. When we ate, they ate. Then they ate again at our bedtime. No more F*cker Kitties.


    I hope you both feel better soon.

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  7. Ha! Sleep is necessary for a healthy body--but it is useless if you cannot dream! I enjoy your posts! Bravo.

    Cheers,
    Clayrn Darrow
    M.IV

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  8. Ya know, I was gonna blast you for taking me off your blog list because on first review I didn't see my blog.

    Then I remembered that I changed the name of my blog. Ooops. My bad. Nothing to see here.

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  9. The two female cats whom I allowed to live until old age did that too. My present two guys wait until the sun's up. I cured the early birds by feeding them just before bed at night. They got into the insane habit of not looking for food in the morning, and all day until dinner. When we ate, they ate. Then they ate again at our bedtime. No more F*cker Kitties.


    I hope you both feel better soon.

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  10. Want some snow? We jad 6 inches Saturday and 1-3 more are coming tonight!

    And oh yeah, I *finally* got a copy of Mozartballs on order. Every time I thought of ordering it, I was so broke I couldn't pay attention (it's hell to be a poor girl) but today -- ta-da!-- it's on order!!!!!! YAY!!!!

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