Can't sleep. Not sure why. My hip is hurting, which may be part of the reason why. I'm out of Tylenol -- need to buy some more tomorrow.

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Kittenish seems to be having trouble peeing. She's already got a checkup tomorrow and I will call the vet in the morning and see if I should bring her in early. She's acting okay except for the constantly going in to pee and not having really anything to show for it. Stress.

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Great. A little diarrhea and what might have been a drop of blood.

I called the cattery and left a message to see if we can come in earlier tomorrow. Guess I am going to watch her for now.

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The very beginning is remniscent of Good Thing, by [what's their faces] in the late 80s.

....ngah! I know not the context of this comment, but am now earwormed with the Fine Young Cannibals' song Good Thing. Which might even NOT be what you're talking about. Huh. But still.

So, in breaking news - Thailand? REALLY good at raining. I mean, you know, AMAZINGLY skillfull in the making rain department. Biblical. Deluge. Wet wet wet (on an 80s musical note...).

I left school last night around four, which is just as well, because it was already inches deep then, and by the time my colleagues left work it was knee deep. Hardcore RAIN.

I was glad to be on the 18th floor last night. I stood on my balcony in my scanties (why do you have a balcony in your scanties? ho ho ho!) and stared out at the soggy world, lightning and all. It was quite impressive. Daniel couldn't believe his little moggy eyes.

SO sorry to hear about the job suckage. Stupid universe. Am sending you all much ma. By boat, because it seems the safest form of transport right now. (Although I understand that a Thai gentleman was recently rescued from flooding 'upcountry' only to discover that a leech had wriggled its way into his ass. Which - not top of my list of Fun Things To Have Happen, I gotta say. Although it does sound almost like a pervy vampire slash kink, I suppose. Huh. Whatever.)

Oh - HAPPY DIVALI, by the way! (nd happy birthday to weesisterJay, whilst we're at it - 24, astonishingly, even though she remains 13 or so in my head for all time.) I am sporting a borrowed sari, and am most proud that I remembered how to put it on from the last time I wore one (maybe 8 years ago?) AND that it hasn't fallen off.

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Thailand? REALLY good at raining. I mean, you know, AMAZINGLY skillfull in the making rain department. Biblical. Deluge. Wet wet wet (on an 80s musical note...).

I think Ireland could give it a run for its money.

Is there a disease for being really, really bad with money? Because I think I need to self-diagnose.

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I think Ireland could give it a run for its money.

Granted, I've never been to Ireland (which is insane, because I've always fancied it, but it's one of those it's-on-your-doorstep kind of deals), but - dude. MONSOONS. Mon. Soons.

Is there a disease for being really, really bad with money? Because I think I need to self-diagnose.

I'd be tempted to say it's Nicholitis, except that would sound like Inflamation of the Nickle, and the nickle sure as hell isn't being made bigger.

Um. So in other words - I hear you. Yes. Sux. (she wrote, continuing to scamper around the internet in search of cheap flights to Cairo for the half term holiday...)

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Granted, I've never been to Ireland (which is insane, because I've always fancied it, but it's one of those it's-on-your-doorstep kind of deals), but - dude. MONSOONS. Mon. Soons.

That blows my mind! Like, it's right there! There! *points*

I'd be tempted to say it's Nicholitis, except that would sound like Inflamation of the Nickle, and the nickle sure as hell isn't being made bigger.

Wrod. I, er, maxed myself out this week on a trip to Galway, but in my defence, my account balance read €250 Euro all the way to Monday evening. I guess I'm just used to seeing an available balance updated immediately. Argh.

she wrote, continuing to scamper around the internet in search of cheap flights to Cairo for the half term holiday...)

Have you thought about Christmas at all?

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REALLY good at raining. I mean, you know, AMAZINGLY skillfull in the making rain department.

So is the Pacific Northwest. It's bizarre. So far? I am kinda liking it.

Yes, I should be asleep. Or cleaning. I am doing neither.

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Morning Cass! My own morning, which was pretty meh before, got rather better when I was told that someone will come talk to me after this meeting is over, and since the meeting is probably going to take at least another hour, that's another hour of net-reading I can do. Plus they had leftover scones and coffee! Which I am now greedily consuming. Not bad, not bad. It would be better if I had bus fare home, though. *g*

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woke up cranky , sleepy , can't sleep. somewhere in the kitchen is a very loud cricket like beast. Plus , we had a fire out back - so I smell like woodsmoke. and I drank enough wine to have heartburn.

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