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Mar. 24th, 2005 08:13 am
Various gripes
*sigh*
Yesterday, while re-arranging our television/entertainment system's complex web of wires, I reached for something behind me -- and cramped a muscle in my shoulder something fierce. I massaged it out as best I could, but it still hurts a lot.
I slept horribly because Cleo (the eldest of our cats) keeps doing her best to dig through the closet door (from the outside), which makes a horrible noise that wakes me. She only stopped when I called her to me and spent about ten minutes loving on her. Poor thing wants attention badly, but won't come to us for it -- instead she makes herself unbearable so we'll chase her down to give her attention. And don't ask me how Elli can sleep through the horrible banging noise of that closet but complains that my whispers to myself wake her up.
I swear, between the four cats and Elli stealing the covers right off me (which is not entirely her fault; this, too, can be traced to the cats -- their prescence reduces the available coverage), I can't sleep. Of course, my natural insomnia also plays a part.
Elli said the other day that she hates when I don't have to get up before her, because I keep telling her the time and that the alarm is going off. Well, that's mutual; I hate that I can't sleep in because her alarm has to go off seven hundred times before she gets up. (I'm not mad, dearest, I'm just saying ...)
Shinji clearly has a hairball he can't get rid of. Poor thing.
Of the two books and the paper I should have half finished by now, I have one page. This afternoon shall be spent in pursuit of "finished" status.
Moby Dick is a freaky, freaky book.
Oh, and Elli says I'm a little gratuitous. I'm not exactly sure what that means (in context, not the word itself), but I think I've been insulted.
Yesterday, while re-arranging our television/entertainment system's complex web of wires, I reached for something behind me -- and cramped a muscle in my shoulder something fierce. I massaged it out as best I could, but it still hurts a lot.
I slept horribly because Cleo (the eldest of our cats) keeps doing her best to dig through the closet door (from the outside), which makes a horrible noise that wakes me. She only stopped when I called her to me and spent about ten minutes loving on her. Poor thing wants attention badly, but won't come to us for it -- instead she makes herself unbearable so we'll chase her down to give her attention. And don't ask me how Elli can sleep through the horrible banging noise of that closet but complains that my whispers to myself wake her up.
I swear, between the four cats and Elli stealing the covers right off me (which is not entirely her fault; this, too, can be traced to the cats -- their prescence reduces the available coverage), I can't sleep. Of course, my natural insomnia also plays a part.
Elli said the other day that she hates when I don't have to get up before her, because I keep telling her the time and that the alarm is going off. Well, that's mutual; I hate that I can't sleep in because her alarm has to go off seven hundred times before she gets up. (I'm not mad, dearest, I'm just saying ...)
Shinji clearly has a hairball he can't get rid of. Poor thing.
Of the two books and the paper I should have half finished by now, I have one page. This afternoon shall be spent in pursuit of "finished" status.
Moby Dick is a freaky, freaky book.
Oh, and Elli says I'm a little gratuitous. I'm not exactly sure what that means (in context, not the word itself), but I think I've been insulted.