Lala is funny today. She’s funny everyday, ackshally. Today I am not funny, mostly because I’m Tired. Not little t-tired, but Big T-Tired. Cats who keep their gals awake during the day when it’s time to sleep should at least be able to do dishes. Instead, Digit’s great talent is to throw up in dark corners where it won’t be seen until I tread in it going to the bathroom for the fifteenth time since lying down.
There. Did you? That’s a sign you’re probably not schizophrenic by the way. In case you were wondering.
But the good thing is is that I’m going to pick up Lala from work now, since apparently she’s NEVER getting her car out of the shop and I get to steal a couple of hours with her before I go to work. Worth being tired for, I tell you. Maybe I’ll get more coffee out of the deal, too.
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