Goddamn it.

Otis puked on my jeans this morning.

He threw up on my CLOTHES.

Now, granted, it's not like I can't wash the jeans that he threw up on. And it's my fault for leaving them on the floor. But they're my new jeans, damn it, and the cat just spent the last two hours after he ate, ran into the bedroom, threw up on my jeans, and padded into the living room begging for my attention like he was the sweetest, most innocent, most polite cat around.

Or maybe all that meowing and purring was Cat for, "I puked on your pants. You're welcome!"

Either way, lousy start to the day.

Hey, it's something.

Current word count for GPW:

102,050 / 100,000 (102.0%)

Current word count for Heroine Chic:

865 / 100,000 (0.9%)

Day 36 of my getyourwordsout pledge:

19,051 / 300,000 (6.4%)

I have to run to the bank and straighten up my apartment so the rest is going to have to wait, but hey, better than nothing. :)

Oh, good.

The octuplets' mom is being interviewed by Ann Curry in the next few days.

I'm sure that'll be a really hard-hitting interview.

Heh.

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BWAH!

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