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Oct. 12th, 2015 01:52 pmI think I might actually be coming down with a cold of some kind. Which is to say my face feels more like a puffed up ball of warm snot wrapped too tightly in thin leather than an actual face, and I'm exhausted. I don't like this. At all.
The adrenaline rush of the morning didn't help. Went out to feed Barton and Cassius and eventually BatCat (who IS sleeping on Little Bit's bed, the twerp, I may need to rectify this by finding/making more cat beds in the utility room and seeding them with 'nip) only to be charged by a damn raccoon. The gray growly one, too, who's not at all afraid of humans and is going to get beaten with a fire poker if he or she keeps this shit up. We went back and forth between the front door and the utility room for a while, me trying to put out food while the damn cats are still there and the damn raccoon trying to eat it even though I gave the stupid thing pop tarts finally in an attempt to keep it the fuck away. There will be fire pokers for you, raccoon. And possibly pepper spray via water gun.
I am so zonked right now. I want to be writing, editing, or catching up on my other online courses and all I can really manage to do is stare blankly at the computer screen. Which given that I didn't get any less amount of sleep last night than I usually get, is probably a good sign that I'm fighting something off. On the other hand I'm also right smack dab in the middle of PMS/period, so who the hell knows if I'm feeling run down because of that or because of cold. Ugh and double ugh.
Maybe I can sit and stare at the computer while lectures play. Can I do that much, brain? Maybe?
The adrenaline rush of the morning didn't help. Went out to feed Barton and Cassius and eventually BatCat (who IS sleeping on Little Bit's bed, the twerp, I may need to rectify this by finding/making more cat beds in the utility room and seeding them with 'nip) only to be charged by a damn raccoon. The gray growly one, too, who's not at all afraid of humans and is going to get beaten with a fire poker if he or she keeps this shit up. We went back and forth between the front door and the utility room for a while, me trying to put out food while the damn cats are still there and the damn raccoon trying to eat it even though I gave the stupid thing pop tarts finally in an attempt to keep it the fuck away. There will be fire pokers for you, raccoon. And possibly pepper spray via water gun.
I am so zonked right now. I want to be writing, editing, or catching up on my other online courses and all I can really manage to do is stare blankly at the computer screen. Which given that I didn't get any less amount of sleep last night than I usually get, is probably a good sign that I'm fighting something off. On the other hand I'm also right smack dab in the middle of PMS/period, so who the hell knows if I'm feeling run down because of that or because of cold. Ugh and double ugh.
Maybe I can sit and stare at the computer while lectures play. Can I do that much, brain? Maybe?