On the list of Things That Are Not Necessary

Ranger spontaneously decided that he wanted to start sacking out on top of my dresser. Said space is currently about 1/3 occupied by my ancient boom box; the remainder has the two small earring receptacles, and all my Required Pocketstuff when it is not in pockets or purse: keys, other keys, money, wallet, flash card, etc. So the sequence of the night went something like this:

1. I drift off to sleep.
2. There is an earth-shattering kaboom; I wake up.
3. I blearily look up to see Ranger looking at me going MOW?, having just kicked something clattery off the top of the dresser.
4. I make an "oh no not again" noise, chivvy him off, and pick up whatever's fallen down.
5. Climb back into bed. Try and sleep as Ranger paces around, settling first here, then there, generating a certain amount of nervousness about the chance for a nose chomp.
6. Repeat.

If you're wondering why I don't apply water bottle correction methods, it's because that making him spaz and flee would almost certainly result in my earring boxes going over, and we just do not want to go there.

So. Yes. Very, very sleepy.

(Also, some other tenant has an enormously loud fan in the airshaft, but it isn't bothering me too much. I had rather it were not there, certainly, but it's tolerable as white noise.)

Fashion: Yor Doin It Rite

...when everyone you pass compliments you on your new dress. Hurrah for Daffy's, etc.

Need: pedicure, fix my silver-and-turquoise watch, hair appointment.