Procrastination is our friend, yes it is

Working on my translations... doot dee doot dee doot...

Am sick as the proverbial dog. ( slight TMI follows )

When that got itself settled, I cleaned myself up and fed the cats and did some slight cleaning of the apartment. I am determined to keep it reasonably clean from now on, dammit.

George made that extremely difficult by puking his breakfast all over the floor in the kitchen. That's likely because I ran out of dry food and gave them some tinned stuff, which he inhaled far too quickly. He didn't seem too phased, because three or four minutes later he'd buried his head back in his food dish and ignored my warnings to eat more slowly.

So I cleaned up the cat puke. Eww. Nothing is quite so disgusting than to clean up cat puke when you feel like puking yourself. Luckily, nothing bad happened. :P

I made my bed, mopped the kitchen floor, swished out the bathroom (part of my new resolution to keep my apartment non-disgusting), pulled on my clothes and headed out after drugging myself with Advil and lots of losenges.

So, in summary, I feel like crap. Somehow I'm lacking the energy I had yesterday which enabled me to blitz through my translation work, so I doubt I'll get as much done as I did yesterday, especially since I'm heading home a bit earlier so as to be on time for perseity which is running for the first time in two or three weeks.

Procrastination is our friend, yes it is

Working on my translations... doot dee doot dee doot...

Am sick as the proverbial dog. ( slight TMI follows )

When that got itself settled, I cleaned myself up and fed the cats and did some slight cleaning of the apartment. I am determined to keep it reasonably clean from now on, dammit.

George made that extremely difficult by puking his breakfast all over the floor in the kitchen. That's likely because I ran out of dry food and gave them some tinned stuff, which he inhaled far too quickly. He didn't seem too phased, because three or four minutes later he'd buried his head back in his food dish and ignored my warnings to eat more slowly.

So I cleaned up the cat puke. Eww. Nothing is quite so disgusting than to clean up cat puke when you feel like puking yourself. Luckily, nothing bad happened. :P

I made my bed, mopped the kitchen floor, swished out the bathroom (part of my new resolution to keep my apartment non-disgusting), pulled on my clothes and headed out after drugging myself with Advil and lots of losenges.

So, in summary, I feel like crap. Somehow I'm lacking the energy I had yesterday which enabled me to blitz through my translation work, so I doubt I'll get as much done as I did yesterday, especially since I'm heading home a bit earlier so as to be on time for perseity which is running for the first time in two or three weeks.

O_o

More pet weirdness.

Smudge just came up to me a few minutes ago, stood on his hind legs, placed both front paws on my leg and begged for attention. He purred and rubbed his head against my hand, yowled when I stopped and was only content after I'd fussed over him for about five minutes straight.

He's wandered off again now.

Am perplexed. Gratified, but perplexed.

O_o

More pet weirdness.

Smudge just came up to me a few minutes ago, stood on his hind legs, placed both front paws on my leg and begged for attention. He purred and rubbed his head against my hand, yowled when I stopped and was only content after I'd fussed over him for about five minutes straight.

He's wandered off again now.

Am perplexed. Gratified, but perplexed.

You can tell you're sick...

When chicken noodle soup sounds exciting and exotic..

Bleh.

This cold had better be significantly improved by tomorrow, or I'll... I'll be forced to make another empty threat against something I can't control. So there.

Hmph.

You can tell you're sick...

When chicken noodle soup sounds exciting and exotic..

Bleh.

This cold had better be significantly improved by tomorrow, or I'll... I'll be forced to make another empty threat against something I can't control. So there.

Hmph.