The twilight zone

Heh, get it? TWILIGHT zone. . . It's twilight sparkle! Get .  Get it?

Ah never mind.

So before I begin the late leg of my grand adventure, I figured I need to make my post for the day and...

HOLYCRAP! It's almost 9pm!

Oops.

Where the hell did my day go? Oh right. Here.

I made cookies.

Chocolate chip pecan cookies. From scratch (and some sugar cookies from dough I had in the fridge since Christmas). Also, STAR SHAPED SPRINKLES!!!!!!

After dragging myself around at work and what not, I've taken another lazy day. My editor and I made cookies because we were going to have a friend over tonight so I could get help with math. Plans fell through and now here we are.

It's been one of those 'distortion in time' kind of weeks, where I have no idea what I am doing. What makes it worse is that school is just around the corner. Sigh. Being an adult is stupid, but at least I have star shaped sprinkles.

I really don't have the attention span for this, so I'm calling it quits for now.

Here at some cat pictures. See you tomorrow.

I had every intention of making writing something intelligent today

Well, that failed. I'll try to write something better tomorrow.

Ok, ok, I know that's all I've been saying lately. . . BUT I MEAN IT!!!!

I had to open and then close work today, but I got a good break in between. The worst part of it was how achey I was. My ankle doesn't want to cooperate and the rest of my body is starting to rebel. I don't want to think that I'm getting sick, but at the same time. . . 

Ah well. 

A few hours ago, I saw a little raccoon walking across the parking lot at work. Ok, he wasn't little. He was huge! But raccoons are cute, as long as they aren't trying to get something from you.

Its bedtime now, assuming I can pull myself away from the internets.

Bugbugbugbugbigbugbugbugbug.

If I had a million dollars. . .

trying something new today, and by that I mean I'm using my phone to type.

starting the day off with some spaghetti, I feel like I can tackle anything, including indigestion. I'm waiting to talk to an advisor about my classes. Hopefully I can get everything sorted out, otherwise I'm going to be in a load of trouble.

last night I dreamt that my family somehow obtained a wonderful mansion. It made me think, just how much space do people really need to live in? The answer. . . Not that much, but living in a mansion like I dreamt would be fun! Its one of my many lottery fantasies.

I know, I know, it's silly to waste so much time and money on a frivolous thing, especially when it has such impossible odds of being won.

but still. . .

the most recent idea I have in regards to winning the lottery is I would start my own restaurant. There is an old abandoned restaurant right next to the bank near our house, and I want it. It's a lovely building and is at an excellent location. I would make a southern style restaurant with eclectic tastes. We'd use family recipes and sell reasonable portions for good prices, and pay our employees a decent living wage. And there would be real sweet tea, oh the delicious diabetes giving sweet tea!

next to that, we'd donate a lot of money to the sciences and arts. And apparently my editor wants to be an astronaut, so we need to go to Russia.

I would also want to adopt a bunch of kids and have them live in the above mentioned mansion and teach them how to be functional people, but that fantasy has a smaller chance of happening than winning the lottery in the first place.

right, I better stop before I get too carried away.

Wrong wrong wrong

This has been driving me crazy. It has been super chilly and rainy these past few days, which is wonderful, but it hasn't helped my sense of what season it is.

It's still summer, right? Everything is greening back up from the rain, but when I wake up and it's all cloudy and rainy and grey out, I'm pretty sure it's early October and all the leaves just haven't fallen yet.

This is the part that bothers me the most, there is less than a month of summer left. Actually, more like 2 and a half weeks left. School starts back up on the 19th and besides taking a Japanese class, I don't know what I need to do.

I'm going to go to the college and ask them a few questions, firstly if they got my transcripts, and secondly, if I have to sit through another intermediate algebra class or if I can just jump in and suffer through the college algebra course I need to I can finish my degree.

It's honestly a difficult question for me, whether to bother finishing it or not BECAUSE I have had such extreme trouble these past few years. Mostly it's my fault, but there are a lot of other factors that have worked against me. So I'm torn, should I get this general degree over with (its only an associates), or should I tell the world to bugger off and I'm gonna do what I want?

My high school biology teacher (who is practically a god) always had low expectations for the people he had to teach because of the terrible area we lived in and how a lot of them didn't have much going for them either. He said that most of the students he's seen have had to drop out of college for numerous reasons, most of them being 'its too hard.' I don't want to be one of those kids, I want to show that I can make something of of my self. But since I've done this whole college thing since I graduated high school, and I still haven't gotten anywhere with it, I'm really discouraged. 

I want to stop, bit at the same time I don't want to let all this time go to waste (and all that money too). It's and odd place to be.

Maybe after I figure everything with the college out. I'll make a more descriptive post of my adventures in college, but until then. . . 

I gotta get back to work. 

Well I hate to be the one to ruin the night

No matter what mood I'm in or how bad of a day I had, this song always brings me back up.

http://youtu.be/L4MzF53je5M (go listen to it! Now now now now now now!)

I first heard it while I was at work and it wasn't long after that I added it to my music list. I don't listen to it all that often, because I don't want it to lose its feeling. Even when I hear just the start of the song or catch the ending on the radio, it improves my day.

Now why this song means so much to me is because it has helped inspire a lot in the story I'm making. Not word for word scene description, but the feeling that the song gives me is something that I want to weave into this epic tale that I have yet to actually do anything in. 

I really can't describe the ideas I have without telling everything about my story (cause I'm not gonna). But I really love this song and it make me happy no matter what is going on. 

Well, that's it for today, I'm being forced to go and actually have a life, so. . .

Bye.

Uhg, why didn't I do this earlier.

I should have written something during my break at 4 . But nooooooo, I had to watch the new minecraft let's play from achievement hunter because it was out early. To be fair, it was totally worth it.

So, tell you what, today's post isn't going to be anything but an over glorified Facebook status. 

I'll do better tomorrow, because I actually have free time. I think,

Ok, it's bed time now.

Calm after the storm

Remember what I said yesterday about how I am horrifically inconsistent? Well, it's the worst when I'm upset or angry at someone because that feeling doesn't hang around very long. I'm still upset about what happened yesterday, but I haven't been able to confront him yet. After a certain point, I am just incapable of feeling mad at something. Sure, the feeling comes back, but I don't know why that happens. 

It's wired.

Today started out pretty good. I woke up on time thanks to my needy tuxedo cat, and proceeded to get ready for work. I showed up early to make up for yesterday, and as soon as I got there, I was told I had a large group I was going to take care of with one of my favorite coworkers. The party was super simple, and treated us very well. Another party came in an hour early and me and my partner obliterated them. All together, she and I did extremely well for a lunch with only two tables (technically).

I've got a short break, so I took my car to get its oil changed, and I'm hoping that I can get it back before I'm supposed to be on tonight. No promises. 

The best part of the day so far has got to be the massive thunder storm that attempted to drown the city. It poured the most right as I was leaving for my break. It really helped my mood (I was already super happy about how much I made today) getting to run in the rain a little. I may have splashed in a few puddles along the way too. 

I don't know how the rest of the night will go, but I'm hopeful.

Well, that's all for now.

Consistency, consistency is the word of the day.

For it is something that I lack.

The day started out ok, I had to be at work at 11:30 so I had a little time to goof off, which ended up making me a little late. Once I arrived, I was made aware of two things. The first was that it was supposed to be at work at 1045, and that there was a health inspector joining us today. It took my a second to realize, but I knew I had to be at work at that time, because I had posted it asking if someone else wanted to work it. I had been looking at my schedule for Thursday, which I have to be there no later than 11:25 to make up for today. Luckily, everyone wasn't too mad at me, so I worked the shift as normal. 

Now, the health inspector wasn't really my problem, but it made the managers a bit on edge. I made sure to give them their space and not do anything that could cause them a point reduction on their inspection. After managing at a Burger King for a few years, I came to fear days like today, because everything that CAN go wrong, WILL. 

Since no one wanted to work for me this morning, I decided last night that I would work tonight. (Wait...what?) After the "shit-storm" that was this morning happened, I reaaaaaaallly didn't feel like coming back and dealing with it tonight. But since I signed up for it, I made sure to ask the managers if they really needed me. I got the feeling that they knew I didn't want to work, so they said they didn't need me. I was soooo happy about it. I had a spur of the moment feeling where I actually wanted to go run/jog and get some exercise in, however during the very short drive I had between my work and my home, that feeling must have flown out the window. I managed to walk down to the bank and grocery store with my sister, but there was no real exercise involved. (There was pumpkin pie, though). 

I came home and piddled on the internets for a bit, and talked a little with my roommate before he went to work. Since we came back from our trip, we've been using our spare bed/dorm mattress as an extra cushion on our couch. It has been the most comfortable thing ever, specially since I've done nothing but play video games on it. I defeated the game I was playing last night, so I figured it was time to put the mattress where it belongs, behind my bed. 

While I was cleaning, I had to move my roommates electronics back to his room. We've been housing his parents cat while they are out of country, and there have been many failed attempts to integrate her with my cats (including a very violent encounter that destroyed my arm). One of the main reasons that I wanted to let her in the rest of the house is because my roommate is incapable of properly caring for her. I don't want to go into too much detail of the issues we have involving him, but the way his cat gets treated is something that I cannot stand, and have become very vocal about. 

With his permission, I had offered to 'clean' his room while he was away so that his cat's mess was properly cleaned and so I could set her up with proper living conditions. We had to lock her back in her room after the huge fight I mentioned above and because she had began. . . using the countertop and space where we feed the cats as her. . . toilet. So, after cleaning up A LOT of cat urine and feces from multiple locations, I bought an office mat and small catbox for her to be set up with in his closet. That was in May. 

We had talked to our roommate about how he needed to make sure to clean the area at least twice or three times a week, and how she should be fed on a similar schedule to the other cats (twice a day, small portions of food). This started to fail within the first few weeks. We've been trying to leave him alone and letting him take care of it on his own (not being nagging parents or anything), but we've been smelling this awful cat shit aura every time we go near his door (and don't get me started on how it smells when the door is open). Now, back where I started, when I went in to his room to put away his computer, I nearly choked from the smell (ok, it wasn't that bad). I looked over his cat's litter box and saw that it was literally overflowing with feces. You could tell that it has been like this for a long time, because the box was surround in poop. I lost it. I already had to clean my own litter box, but this could not be the way it is for any longer. (Not to mention, her food bowl was less than a foot away from the litter box, and overflowing with food). 

So, I cleaned up the area. It barely took 15 minutes totally to do an all over clean up, and it wasn't difficult at all. Sure it smelled bad, but that's because there has been cat poop piling up for what looked like a month. I know I'm making a big deal out of this for what little effort it took, but that is kind of the point I'm making. There is NO reason that should ever happen, especially since my roommate does nothing but sit on his computer (and now phone, at the same time) all day. I have a lot of respect for the guy because he is really smart, but he cannot find his butt with both hands (my favorite phrase, ever). I can put up with a lot of things, and I'll try to stay out of others business (and fail), but this crosses the line. This is animal abuse, abuse from neglect, and this neglect is unintentional, and we have had many conversations about this with him.

So when he comes home from work, we get to have a lovely conversation (again) about being responsible. 

So how does this relate to consistency, or in my case, inconsistency? 

Because I when I try to not meddle, I end up going back and meddling. Because when I say I will work when I don't have to, I end up not wanting to work. Because when I want and need to get in shape and better my physical being, I don't feel like it when I have the time too. Because when I need to clean my house and intent to keep it clean, I play video games instead. 

It's a miracle that I've kept up this blog for a full month. Woo. Go me. *sarcastic hand wave*

But at least there was some good to come of this. My living room is clean(er) and I finally cut all those green peppers that have been rotting on my counter (I should have don't that when I bought them two weeks ago). I finally, and after a lot of fighting, cut my editor's hair! (He still looks silly, though). Oh, and I cleaned up, re-organized, and refilled my fishtank!

Well, you know what they say, variety is the spice of life. 

We would liek to kill ze fishes.

Also, this HUGE friggin spider was in the bathroom while I was cutting my editor's hair. I think it's sill in there, and now I'm too scared to go to the bathroom. Especially since I'm always barefoot.

Eeep.

I just came to tell you how fabulous I am!

I don't have a lot of time, but I can at least make this post in the 15 minutes I have before I'm due back to work. So, what can I talk about?

I know! Me! (Get it, cause its a blog all about me and my adventures. . . I know the humor is a little hard to grasp sometimes).

Well, I like shiny things, like anything that sparkles. This also includes things that are reflective, like mirrors. Anytime I'm near a mirror, I have to look at myself. It's hard not to make faces at the person looking back at me though.

Speaking of faces, my friend the multi-artist (she might as well be called my best friend, but I have so many), anyway, we have started speaking to each other with pictures of our faces making silly expressions. 

This is an example of the kind of things we do, but this is not a picture of us. These two are popular youtubers I follow, their channel is found through Rooster Teeth. They are the SloMo Guys (its really awesome, look at their stuff)

I stole this pick from Gavin's twitter account.

This is how we talk. I make a stupid face, take a picture of it, and wait for her to respond.

Eventually, I'll post some of the faces I've made, but they are kind of silly and embarrassing, so I'm not gonna yet. 

Right, back to work.

Ciao~

They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard.

Today was not the day I expected it to be. I had planned to get up early, drag my editor out of bed, go to bank, and get a fancy lunch at an Ethiopian restaurant.

Well, I woke up at 10:30 (the restaurant had a buffet from 11 to 12 and I didn't want to miss it) so I did my damnedest to wake the slumbering monster at my side. I was only successful when my tuxedo cat came to my assistance, for she had been responsible for my waking, in her usual fashion, she stood on the sensitive parts of our bodies until we succumbed to her weight. After dragging a bit, we managed to get to the restaurant with half an hour to spare. However, I ate way too quickly and almost had to waste my wonderful meal while my stomach threw a hissy fit. I got better, and continued to nom away. 

Afterwords, thanks to an inspiring dream I had, I wanted to obtain one of those short sleeve (or no) full length dresses that are incredibly popular. I did not find one I wanted for a reasonable price, but I did find a few bras on sale in my size, however, they are more like battle armor. 

The day took a rather dark and moody turn at this point, so I'm not going to talk about that. After things settled, I had to drive my editor to work and on the way I decided to drag my sister out thrift shopping.

I really wanted a long dress.

We spent the next two hours in this local thrift store (its my favorite!!!) and found all sorts of crap we didn't need or had use for, but we wanted it. I had this lottery fantasy where I have enough money to open a restaurant. So every time we came across a large group of identical anythings, I would think how wonderful it would look in my imaginary restaurant.

It wasn't long after we were finished at the first store that we got word from my editor saying he'd gotten off work early. Before we went to get him, we stopped at another thrift store where I found a playstation 1, with a memory card and two controllers. It was $13, so yes, I bought it. If it doesn't work, I can see if I can fix it, if not, I've got 10 days to return it. 

I really hope it works. I think it was when I was in 3rd grade that my grandparents bought me a PS1 for Christmas, and thanks to me being the destructive little child I was, it didn't last more than 3 years. I still have fond memories of the games I played, and I hope to be able to find them again, assuming I can get this one working.

Once we picked up my editor, we went to a lovely little Chinese restaurant. We spent most of the meal giggling about who knows what. At least we've got great leftovers now!

But, I promised my sister that we'd get some exercising in today, so I'm off for a quick run, than it'll probably be my bedtime.

I'm still hoping my editor will let me cut his hair tonight, he desperately needs a haircut.

Bye.

What is this, I don't even. . .

I have just given up for today.

I don't remember what I wanted to write or whatever ideas I had. It's all gone.

All of it.

I spent all day at work, and by the time I got home, my brain had turned into that of a small child's. seriously, did I need grapes? No. But I bought them anyway.

People like grapes. http://youtu.be/S1QRxumbmtM

I don't even know what to do for the rest of the night. . . 

Oh! an interesting thing happened. . .

I was asked by one of my coworkers if I smoke, and by that, they didn't mean cigarettes.

I laughed at this for a few reasons. Mostly, because, to me, I felt like they were trying to find a cause for my weirdness. (That, or they were offering me to join them doing so. I, of course, declined). 

I am weird because a I am, also because I am an artist, and we have to be weird by nature. 

When you see me before you, behold, for I am pure, unadulterated insanity. 

Who was is that said "I don't do drugs, I AM drugs," Salvador Dali? I feel that fits this just nicely.

Someday all go into my rant about how I feel about most substances and their various uses, but for now, there is a moosie demanding my attention.

"Are you finished typing yet moussier?"

Would you kindly?

I really can't figure this out, I'm not sure if people don't understand what I'm trying to tell the because I can't communicate well, or I can speak just fine and people are just incapable of responding properly to what I say. 

Like, I know how to speak English, and I know I'm pretty bad at it, but I'm not THAT bad. I'm starting to think people are just completely oblivious and don't listen to others. 

Allow me to explain. . . 

Say for example, I'm asking someone to perform a simple task while I am busy doing other things. Say for example, this person has been 'relaxing' all day on their media of choice. Lets also say there is a standard and effective way of doing things that is well known and is expected. Even if the person does not know the standard procedure and has to been given instruction, detailed instruction even, they can still compete the task. 

This is an all too common situation I find myself in. Now, I am really reasonable person, and I understand a lot about certain things. Say, if the person in question forgot the 'standard procedure,' I am happy to explain things a second or third time. But what even they still don't understand?

I'm going to try and keep this about language problems rather than going on a tangent and ranting about how I have to deal with some of the most incompetent people in the world. No promises though. 

You've probably noticed by now that I 'speak' in a very different manner than most do. Part of that comes from having studied a few different languages, different styles of speak, and probably the biggest factor, head injury. I'm not what you'd consider 'graceful' and 'dainty.' I'm a rough and tough kind of person, and I'm used to getting tossed/thrown/smacked around, so a few injuries here and there aren't gonna bother me. (If you recall, I got a door slammed into my head a week ago). Throughout my life, I've gotten my fair share of head injuries, ranging from a concussion two years ago (ill tell that story in a later post), large amounts of wood falling on my head (from helping my dad build a porch covering while we lived in California), getting pushed out of a tree house and nearly slicing my scalp on a fence, slipping and falling down some stairs, and plenty of other various hits to the head. So, I is brain damage. Gyuuuuuurrrrrrr. At some point during these last few years, I realized I can't communicate as well as I used too. I also mumble, stutter, speak softly, and sometimes I don't even say coherent words (it happens). That's why if people can't understand me I am more than happy to repeat what I say.

However, there is only so much I can do on my end. After the third or fourth time retelling someone something, I'm going tostada getting annoyed. I am human after all. But when people still cannot comprehend the things I am saying, I'm more than likely to just give up. Especially when it comes to some kind of task, which I'll just take over doing. One of my favorite self quotes is "If you want so,etching done at all, you've got to do it yourself," which seems to be the main theme of my household.

It's things like this that make me question where the 'problem' really lies. 

Am I just so terrible at communicating that people think I'm and alien?

Or do people just really suck at listening?

I know it's a mixture of both, but I'm really starting to doubt that the fault lies in my own abilities.

The worst part is, I've had the most success in communicating when I don't speak at all. . . 

And all the clocks stopped working. . .

It seems an impossible task to correctly tell time in my house, I usually keep my clocks at least 10 minutes fast, if not 15 to 20. I know it doesn't actually help much, but I like tricking myself into leaving on time or where I will be early. Last week I noticed that the clock in our living room displayed 4:30 when I was fairly certain that it was at least 6;45. I was hoping I still had that extra time, but I soon realized that the clock was wrong from the second hand getting stuck. Ah well. 

We usually have some kind of electronic device near us, do telling the exact time is never a problem. Eventually I'll get that clock fixed though. Last night, we went out with a few friends and arrived home really early in the morning. My editor and I both had to be up before 10, so when I was woken by my tuxedo cat standing on my stomach and saw that it was almost 10, I freaked. I pushed my editor's shoulders and said "wake up! It's almost 10, we need to get ready," to which he told me that it was only 8:30. I grabbed my phone which was right above me and found he was correct. So, I went back to sleep.

The perception of time you have varies depending on your age and situation. As a kid, I remember time 'going' very slow. The school year seemed to go on forever, and the last day of school always left this odd feeling with me. When we were having fun, being outside and playing with friends, time seemed to stop completely until it was too dark to realize we let the day fly away. Hours seemed like a millennia, and with each passing moment, we changed into different people. 

Some days, I wish time would slow down to an almost stop, so I can enjoy the day (this mostly happens on my days off). Other times, like tonight, I wished time would go by so fast I wouldn't even notice if I tuned into an old woman. It was on of those days, work being excruciatingly boring and busy. There were a lot of things I wanted to do today, but didn't, half because I didn't feel like it and also because I knew I needed to write this at some point.

Even tough I have to work, I hope tomorrow takes a week to go by. I want to enjoy it, to have time to do. . . Everything. . .  

Well, that's enough for me tonight. I got to go watch my programs. I also, still, need to eventually clean this house. However, I'm pondering not doing for as long as I can get away with. Not because I'm feeling lazy, but because there are others here who could 'take the initiative to be versatile.' So, I'm not cleaning out of spite, cause I'm a jerk. 

Now where is that cake. . . .

Me, my cats, and I

That's what this blog should've been called. Why?

Because I do nothing but talk about my cats, that's why.

Today I woke up, called my manager, went to work, drove my editor to work, watch my car nearly overheat, and came home to finish my crew's loyalty missions. 

I had promised my darling tuxedo cat that I would let her have some time outside today. I've been promising that all week and she started chewing me out when I didn't fulfill my promise. 

It wasn't until my sister dropped by on her way to work that I just let the door open and watch the heard run out. They were all pleased to be in the fresh air.

All four in one spot? What's my secret? I put catnip in the grass. They love it.

An investigation occurs.

Then a conflict.

Even after a tussle, the boi must look his best.

Next we turn to the most beautiful cat in the universe. She is pleased with herself.

And her sister rolls on the concrete.

Perspective shot

What a tough boi

Where is she going?

Well, wherever she went, she's getting smacked for it.

The boi is on the prowl

And the is content.

Concrete bath (like a dirt bath but less dirt)

"No mom, I'm not going to look at the camera."

The stare down.

She is running back to me from being too far away from her mommy.

Ring around the rose...ey?

Never mind.

Streeeeeeaaaaccchh.

The stalker.

And when I turn the other way. . . 

Nice job covering the license plate with your tail, winny. Your daddy's secret is safe.

And when I turn around again. . . 

Too close.

Helloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

There is a dog in the distance.

A little clearer.

"Stop bothering me mom!"

Moose is on the move!

There is a bear in that tree.

And he is eating grass.

"I'm totally gonna vomit this later"

And a lovey shot of the storm above us.

After that, Abbey got spooked and ran back inside. I took that as the point to start bringing the rest in. During that time, Huxley found herself I the little bushel of trees (or whatever it was that her sister was standing next too a few pictures above). I don't know how she did that, but I really wish I had my camera.

Ah well.

See you tomorrow, I've got a galaxy to save!

I just. . . had a feeling . . .

So, this morning my editor and I had an appointment early in the morning. It took us a while but we eventually dragged ourselves out of bed and got tot he appointment on time. I had told my managers that I would be willing to pick up a shift since I am not going on another vacation, as much as I wanted to be able to. After the horrible weekend I had, I needed the past two days off so I could. . . um. . . use them wisely. . . yeah. . . 

Anyway, after we retuned home from our appointment, my editor promptly fell back asleep and I proceeded to get ready for work. I couldn't help but feel like my management forgot to put me on the schedule for lunch. I figured that I should show up anyway and let them know that I am there if they needed me, you know, just incase I actually was supposed to work. 

After engaging in my Wednesday morning ritual of reading the latest chapter of Naruto, I trotted off to work. I arrived right on time and walked up to the host to inquire whether or not they remembered that I wants to work. They didn't. But, the host told me that one of the other severs called out sick today (and my goodness did she need the day off, since she'd been working a few weeks straight and had been sick with some mystery illness the whole time, but that's another rant for later. Get well soon!). Since they were down a server, I went to the back, put on my apron and got ready, incase they wanted me on.

I went and talked to the assistant manager (since the manager was busy with a delivery) and asked for his opinion. He, the host, and I all stood and thought about the situation for a moment when the host said: "Ok, here is what's going to happen. If we bring you on, it's going to be super slow. However, if you go home, we're going to get super busy." To which the assistant manager thought aloud 'so, do I want one extra server to be safe or down one and be not. . . " There was no guarantee that it would get busy today, so he decided to live a little dangerously and told me "go enjoy the day off."

He joked about how lovely the weather is for a day off and I told him that I spent my last two days off inside playing video games. Which is exactly what I had planned to do when I got home. And you know what? I didn't event want to work today anyway! So. . . Yay!!!

It wasn't until about one in the afternoon when I woke my editor from his deep slumber and had to unfortunately remind him that he was supposed to go to work in an hour. He spilled out of bed and we decided to be typical fat Americans and get cheeseburgers for lunch. In retrospect, this may not have been a great idea.

I've told you how my car likes to overheat? Well, the traffic around where my editor works was murder on my car. There was a lot of traffic, construction, and not to mention insane drivers trying to make it back for their lunch break. After we got our food, we stood in this traffic line for almost 10 minutes before I panicked and had to drop my editor off a few blocks away and told him to walk. The car was so close to overheating I was honestly scared. Luckily, while we pulled over for him to get out, I nearly ran over my sisters ex-boyfriend. He is a really cool guy and it was great to see him again! 

It was sweltering drive home, with the car close to combusting and my skin close to melting off. Right after I ate, my stomach didn't seem to like this idea and sent me in a world of hurt for the past few hours. Luckily, I'm able to stand again without feeling extremely nauseous. I had stopped my galactic adventure for at least an hour totally while I was forced to be horizontal while my stomach threw its hissy fit. I'm not looking forward to the next time that happens, I'm just glad I got to say home for it.

On another and much more kawaii note, my goodness am I about to bombard you all with pictures of cats. It stated last night after we returned home from seeing Pacific Rim (which was a fantastic movie, pulling all the right nerd strings on my and all my weeaboo strings as well). My editor and I went to bed and my boy cat, who must always make us aware that 'itsbedtimeright,' jumped on the bed ands began to settle. And by 'settle' I mean dance around for ten minted and swap positions ever five minutes until he is satisfied. He bounced between my pillow, on top of my head, our knees, and right in between us at our chests. 

Here we see the proud beast in his natural state, snuggling by my side while I am in pain. 

Seriously, could I have ever asked for a more perfect and loyal cat?

And beautiful.

And then there is this one, who allowed me to place her in the hammer while I was. . . Er. . 'In the office.' 

And she contained to be there until I took her out.

She seems to pleased with herself.

Oh yes, and let us not forget mommy's little monster.

That's a snuggle-monster.

She spends a large portion of her time with me while it playing video games like this, resting on one thigh, clawing my kneecaps off.

Oh dat face

Hang on, I need to get a few more pictures. . .

"The f*** you want? I'm eating."

She seems to say.

Did I already use this one?

She won't let me take any more. Oh well.

Bye.