I think I saw a Monty Python sketch like this once.

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I got let out of work a few hours early, so I ended up getting home at four. Otis is used to me getting home at six, at which point he will race down the stairs screaming at the top of his lungs in a greeting/plea for food. (Those of you who've heard a Siamese scream can imagine how much fun that is to hear first thing in the morning, even if you've stayed up all night.)

As soon as I walked in the door today, I looked up the stairs to see Otis standing there yawning and mewling at me all, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Heh. I may be far too easily amused when I confuse the cat. :)

Oh, and guess who's FINALLY seeing some overtime on the horizon?

It's just so annoying, because last year I took overtime every time they dangled over my head and bought a new computer and went to Wincon because of it. And this year they're only just getting around to it and even if I work three days of overtime a week for the next month I still can't go to Wincon.

*headdesk*

Also, thanks to the natural wave to my hair and how goddamn thick it is, I'm in that annoying middle ground of growing my hair back where it's too long to just let it lie there and too short to really style so it's as close as it ever is to a fro. Brilliant.

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