Same shit, different day

This weekend was officially Not Restful, although I had bucketfuls of fun at band practice, my belated housewarming, and the game on Sunday.

Thank God today was quiet at work.

The question of the week is: "Is your metaphorical sink shiny?"

I wrote my 100th instalment of Beyond the Pale today. It'll be posted next week. I'm excited. I think I won't participate in the 3-Day Novel Challenge this year. I think that's a wee bit much to ask of myself, given everything else that's going on. I'm going to get one more NaNo under my belt, and if that goes well, then I'll participate next year. I'll have more money then, too.

I was going to go to bed early tonight. I got sucked in by LJ and blogs and stuff.

Tomorrow there will be cooking. Muahahaa!

In unrelated cat news...

As a reward for being remarkably well-behaved during the party, I got the FFE's some cat toys. They are little plastic balls with bells in them. So far Pan-Pan has ignored them, Smudge has freaked out and run away in terror, and George and Gretzky have practically made themselves sick playing with them.

tinkle...

tinkle thinkle...

thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpTHUMP!

tinkle tinkle tinkle...

THUMPthumpTHUMPthumpTHUMP!

tinkle thinkle tinkle...

thinkle THUMP! tinkle tinkle THUMP!


I am fairly certain that ai731 and baronscartop are cursing my very existence. They DO live downstairs after all.

Okay, I'm really going to bed now.