Bloody cats

They love to sleep with me, I don't know why. I'm a very restless sleeper, or so it always seems by the time I wake up. But those damn cats didn't leave my side (or if they did, it wasn't for very long) and dude -- I apparently am not allowed to sleep in. Fuckers have been driving me batshit since six o'clock and when I get a claw in the boob at eight I finally gave up.

Weird ass cats.

I lose at life

Hate driving. Hate anything that involves me behind the wheel of something with which I, being severely scatter-brained and easily distracted, coulc conceivably kill someone.

But was resigned to doing it. Have been steeling myself all week to go get the temp pack and whatall so I could get my permit and so on and so forth.

Except that being the goddamn fucking moron that I am, mother fucking forgot to make sure my passport was where I thought it was and now I can't find it. So was snipey and tense and miserable all goddamn week for fucking reason. Because me being me, I screwed myself over by misplacing something that I swore I'd put where I'd find it again. Of course this also means I've put my roomie out, which of course is only fitting.

I love being me, but there are times I just want to kick myself in the fucking face.

Hey, mom

I was just thinking. If you ever decide you've had enough with Thargor or just want a second character - you outta name him Landogarner ^_^