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My mother's getting a new kitten, a bluepoint Siamese. Supposedly she's naming him George after my great-grandpa, which is partly sweet and partly hysterical because now I really will get to hug him and squeeze him and call him George. *snickers* (She's been threatening to get a kitten and name it George forever, but either my father or I will make that joke and it usually turns her off it. Heh. We win!)
So hopefully, in a few weeks, there'll be new kitten pictures. Yay! What I really need to do tomorrow is go and take kitty pictures, because I haven't done it in forever. The last kitten is too adorable for words (that's Tuck in the icon) and the kitten they got before that is so friggin' fat. HEE.
My sleeping schedule thanks to my job is ludicrous. I went to bed after the GA rerun and woke up at two-thirty just not-sleepy enough where I had to get up. So instead of just hanging out and wavering in between sleepy and wake-y, I threw on a hoodie and took a walk down to the local mini-mart to get soda and chips. What I learned in the process is that I could have walked down the yellow line on Main Street and not been hit by any cars, the people who see you taking a walk at three in the morning in a small town stare at you like you've got lobsters crawling out of your ears, and you can still see the stars in the sky even when you're downtown, which after two years in a big city is a really nice little thing that makes me giddy.
Did I mention that Cute Guy With Girlfriend and Baby got invited to go bowling with us this week? Without the girlfriend and baby, obviously. And that due to a conversation we all had in the smoking area the other day, I now know it's been five weeks since he's gotten laid? I ... really didn't need to know any of this. It's a vicious, vicious taunt, is what it is. *grumbles*
I have ficathon entries to work on and the Pairing List to write and that character meme list of questions to answer and the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
psych_30 table begging me to write more porn and the Books of Boggs whining for attention and my Supernatural plotbunnies crying at me. I need about eleventy billion more hours in the week to write, or at least to win the Powerball. Two hundred twenty million? Dude, I don't even need that much. For only twenty thousand, I could take the year off to write and then some. Mmm-hmm.
Also, I saw these pictures of Jensen before and it broke my brain. The end.
EDIT: I realized yesterday that with all of the J-squared-are-too-Texan-for-words-and-totally-fucking-while-they're-at-it stories, nobody has yet to use the title "And The Horse You Rode In On" as a fic title as far as I can tell and it somewhat disappoints me. Too bad I don't write WB RPS, because now I want to use it for a Supernatural fic and it's just not the same. (Not that that'll stop me. Heh.)
So hopefully, in a few weeks, there'll be new kitten pictures. Yay! What I really need to do tomorrow is go and take kitty pictures, because I haven't done it in forever. The last kitten is too adorable for words (that's Tuck in the icon) and the kitten they got before that is so friggin' fat. HEE.
My sleeping schedule thanks to my job is ludicrous. I went to bed after the GA rerun and woke up at two-thirty just not-sleepy enough where I had to get up. So instead of just hanging out and wavering in between sleepy and wake-y, I threw on a hoodie and took a walk down to the local mini-mart to get soda and chips. What I learned in the process is that I could have walked down the yellow line on Main Street and not been hit by any cars, the people who see you taking a walk at three in the morning in a small town stare at you like you've got lobsters crawling out of your ears, and you can still see the stars in the sky even when you're downtown, which after two years in a big city is a really nice little thing that makes me giddy.
Did I mention that Cute Guy With Girlfriend and Baby got invited to go bowling with us this week? Without the girlfriend and baby, obviously. And that due to a conversation we all had in the smoking area the other day, I now know it's been five weeks since he's gotten laid? I ... really didn't need to know any of this. It's a vicious, vicious taunt, is what it is. *grumbles*
I have ficathon entries to work on and the Pairing List to write and that character meme list of questions to answer and the
psych_30 table begging me to write more porn and the Books of Boggs whining for attention and my Supernatural plotbunnies crying at me. I need about eleventy billion more hours in the week to write, or at least to win the Powerball. Two hundred twenty million? Dude, I don't even need that much. For only twenty thousand, I could take the year off to write and then some. Mmm-hmm. Also, I saw these pictures of Jensen before and it broke my brain. The end.
EDIT: I realized yesterday that with all of the J-squared-are-too-Texan-for-words-and-totally-fucking-while-they're-at-it stories, nobody has yet to use the title "And The Horse You Rode In On" as a fic title as far as I can tell and it somewhat disappoints me. Too bad I don't write WB RPS, because now I want to use it for a Supernatural fic and it's just not the same. (Not that that'll stop me. Heh.)