I give up.

Clearly, my body does NOT want me to get up early these days. St00pid changing of the seasons. The night shift and the overtime aren't helping, of course.

Okay. Busy busy busy. Back later!

Handwriting Meme!

I was sort of tagged by catsarah to do this, so here goes:

Handwriting Meme

1. Write your username.
2. Write your 2 favourite bands/groups of the moment.
3. Write something you love, aka lemme see your heart.
4. Write the name of your favourite person of all time.
5. Write the name of your recent favoured person.
6. Tag 6 people to do this meme.

( In which Phnee has weird-looking writing )

In the spirit of the last meme

I decided to take a snapshot of two of the notes my mother left when she was last here sitting my cats. One has been redacted, because another person was participating in the note-leaving process, and left her full name and phone number, so I'm not going to put that on the internets.

( Notes from Mim )

For the record, she's exactly like this in person, too.

Ow ow ow...

I have hurt my shoulder. Or, more specifically, I have done something to the place where my neck joins my shoulder, and it hurts like a SOB. Advil is barely putting a dent in it.

Naturally, Pan-Pan keeps trying to come and settle on my shoulder every time I sit on the sofa, and I am hard-pressed to figure out which hurts more: having an eighteen-pound cat sit on my shoulder, or trying to move said eighteen-pound cat from my shoulder.

It's been hurting for two or three days now, but today it's freaking excruciating. If it's not better by tomorrow I may bite the bullet and go to a clinic to get some proper anti-inflammatory drugs. Yes, better living through chemistry.

In the meantime, can I just say: ow ow ow frigging OW!

Feh.