Kittenish is becoming a junkie.

She woke me up for, I thought, food. But was uninterested and did her standoffish "I am hiding cause you want to shoot me" thing.

Five minutes later she is doing it again.

She *wants* to be shot. I'd messed up her schedule and was going to let it go until morning but I guess she was jonesing for some thyroid suppressor.

So I prepped the syringe, got her from her "I am PRETENDING THAT I AM hiding because you want to shoot me" place, and shot her.

After which? She started eating the food I originally thought she wanted.

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Monkey brain now want sleep.

Yay for Suzi getting home with mom doing well.

Speaking of moms. My mom is now doing a lot of walking without crutches OR a cane. GO MOM! It's only three weeks post surgery. She's just amazing.

Blarg. Gronk. And all that. So tired. Weird dreams. Want more sleep.

Yay for vw's Mom's progress!

Yay for moms of vw and Suzi!

In mememe news, I am STILL working on this gorram grad school statement of purpose. I am very over this thing, not to mention a little concerned for the future if this is how slow I write stuff that's not a zillion-and-one work emails. What happened to the me who used to toss off dozens of pages in the unshakeable conviction that I was an utter genius and all the teachers would love me?

Have you tried beer? As a terse graduate student rather than an effulgent one, it sometimes helped me.

I tried beer last night, which may have led me off-track a bit, as I ended up playing with librarything.com instead and telling myself that it's okay because it's kind of grad-school-ish. I'm hesitant to try it at work at 10:30 am, however.

Happy Anniversary Nora and Tom!

YAY moms!

I'm hesitant to try it at work at 10:30 am, however.

Some people just won't be helped.

I tried beer last night, which may have led me off-track a bit, as I ended up playing with librarything.com instead and telling myself that it's okay because it's kind of grad-school-ish. I'm hesitant to try it at work at 10:30 am, however.

Would the you who used to toss off dozens of pages in the unshakeable conviction that you were an utter genius and all the teachers would love you have been hesitant to try beer at 10:30am?

Damn. General ickyness of yesterday has turned into migraine this morning. I called and cancelled the classes I was supposed to teach today, and the tutoring appointment. In all likelyhood, I'll be cancelling my office hours this afternoon, too. Damn. Hate migraines.