Bleh

Bored bored bored. It's not that there isn't stuff I could be doing, it's just all so tiresome. I feel like I ought to be grateful that I have a job where I can do what needs doing and still have time to slack, but sometimes it feels like my brain is turning to cottage cheese.

Oh Christ, the terror clown has just called for help. Fucking wonderful. Wesley, someday the pain you brought us with this goober will rebound upon you...

Must get myself in better mood. I have determined to give my pet a wonderful night, and I will not be a cranky pooky yet again.

Today's pet peeve:

People who cannot read for comprehension. They can get the idea if you _say_ it, but ooooh, reading is hard, it makes everything all confuuuusing.

Much better!

Several hours' wild romping abuse of the darling pet is the cure to any number of ills.

However, waah, another late night--and one where I have to get up extra-early tomorrow since he starts work so much earlier. TANSTAAFL, etc.