Oi. I'm tired. I'm up out of sheer stubbornness, because my brain is still awake, even though my body is yelling at me to get the fuck in bed already, there's a stuffed lamb waiting for you, and he's getting cold. Or something like that.
Kittens. Did I mention we have kittens? 4 of them, and mommacat, who decided to grace our backyard with her and their presence, and because it was so friggin cold out there that I thought one of them was dead-or-going-to-be, they are ensconced in our guestroom.
I vow that I will, tomorrow:
Help take out the trash.
Make disgusting wuszhda noises at the kittens at least once.
Do popups. Hell, hopefully finish the damn popups.
I want the Buffy musical soundtrack.
I wanted it first, dammit!
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