Tuesday, December 31, 2013

I'm cranky this morning.  I fell asleep finally around eleven last night.  The cat woke me up at midnight and then the big guy at three.  The cat woke me up again at four and I woke up at five.  I am fucking tired and grumpy.  I dreamed about Betty Crocker gunning down 63 dignitaries in a third world country, because she was pissed.  I dreamed about making kitten soup, the secret being you must first cut the tail off of the kitten, and the beak.  Needless to say I do not feel rested. 

And it's snowing.  Again.


  1. Today sounds like a lovely day for a nap if you can get one.

    Why the hell do we own cats? Seriously. All I know is I love my Ungrateful Bastard. The fucker.

  2. Oops. I actually came to wish you a...


  3. Hope it lifts in 2014! Happy New Year!