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feeling: sleepy
listening to: some hymn stuck in my head...
I'm increasingly tempted to give up waiting for Uta no Oniisan to end and just start watching a new drama while I wait for the next episode to air. I dunno, for some reason the idea of watching two dramas simultaneously squicks me. But maybe after watching the first episode of UtaOni and seeing how light and simple it was, and how sufficiently I could follow it, I kinda feel like watching another series in between won't cause my brain too much twisting and writhing.
There are just way too many dramas I want to see, and for the past few days I've been in a mood to watch some, but haven't had any since I finished Tantei Gakuen Q. So why not, I guess. Not right now though. I'm already sleepy and doubt I could keep my eyes open for a drama episode's hour-long duration. I'm only not in bed yet because my cat is hogging it.
Yeah, it's 2 am and my cat is inside and zonked out on my bed, and I'd really rather not wake her. Once she wakes up she'll go downstairs and want to eat, and along the way she's pretty much guaranteed to encounter her psychotic little temporary roommate, at which point the yowling match will wake up the parents and they'll blame the racket on her and throw her out in the below-freezing cold. Yeah, dad says she and Spotty are "getting along better," but I have no idea what angle he's seeing this from. In the course of the week since Spotty came here, Ginger has actually gone from simple growling and screaming at the intruder to actually trying to attack her. I fail to see how this is an improvement. And right now I think the only reason Spotty doesn't bother to fight back is because she's distracted by more primal instincts. Read: she's coming into season. Wonderful.
But yeah. This room is my cat's one safe haven of peace and quiet away from the little pest and potential fights, since for some reason Spotty doesn't come up here. She did a couple times in the beginning, but as soon as she becomes aware of my presence she gets pissy and leaves, and she hasn't been back up here in days now. Perfectly fine with me. Fur won't fly and my fat elderly furball can enjoy a few hours of no fighting and normal blood pressure as long as she stays up here. Didn't really like the little psycho beast getting into my stuff up here anyway. She just about got her nose pinched off by the mousetrap under my dresser early on, which Ginger is too fat to squeeze through the cracks and get to, and my reward for keeping her out of it was more growling and hissing and swatting. This cat is seriously damaging my reputation as a cat lover, because honestly, I kind of can't stand her anymore. The soreness and swelling and bruising on my right wrist left by all her slashes and bite wounds on Tuesday is only just now recovering enough that I can bend my wrist normally. Still hurts to touch it.
Ok, yeah, enough random pointless sleep-drunken ranting. Sorry, Ginger. I really need that bed now.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 1/19/2009 02:08:00 AM
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