He walked/hopped (which I am from now on going to abbreviate as wopped) into the living room, crawled under the coffee table (after a few issues with fitting the lampshade under), and is now happily sprawled out there, sleeping. I'm going to let him stay there. Why not? He'll be stuck in the crate overnight and any time I'm not home, so I'm going to give him as much supervised freedom as I can when I am home.
ETA: Oh, I forgot the funniest part. When Byron wopped through the kitchen, Seamus caught sight of him. He puffed up to twice his size and jumped back like a Halloween kitty, convinced the wopping funnel monster was coming to get him. He's now perched on top of the couch, looking suspiciously at the coffee table.
I'm kinda glad Seamus is afraid of the Wopping Funnel Monster so he'll leave him alone to heal
Hey, we're very happy to hear the updates and glad that it went so well.
Seamus is making me laugh
my BIL made an LOL ...polarbear
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And I meant to say earlier to everyone that I don't need any more brackets and don't want to continue to dominate the thread
Brackets always there, sometimes we just show them off to remind you, you are not alone. Just forward them to Byron with extra scritching and love.
Does anyone else find the irony that a big Mouse boat is keeping ND from caring for a cat? It's like Revenge of Tom & Jerry or something. (sorry, my brain works in strange ways).
With Byron wearing the lampshade, I guess that makes him the life of the party, no? Give him some loving from me.
Aw, Byron! Wop on, man, wop on. I'm real glad he's able to get around and navigate the litter box and his comfort/safe spots. I hope you're doing ok, too, Kristin.
Yay Byron! Sounds like he's figuring it all out quickly. Cats rock!
Wop on, Byron.
Tom's song is much better than what I was coming up with.
Aw, yay for The Dread Pirate Byron! What a little trouper! (? trooper?) And the account of Seamus's reaction did make me choke on my coffee. Bless.
So on Friday night we had the 2nd night of our 2-night run (The Fringe is only 2 nights, and it's not for paying audiences - it's basically a chance for people to have a crack at directing/acting in a supportive and flexible environment, and friends and relatives are the only ones coming because it's not advertised). The house was PACKED to the point that we had to turn people away, and they laughed lots at our play, and my friends came, and random strangers came up and told me I was good and bought me drinks, so that was all Jolly Good! And then I got dragged out to a series of clubs, despite the fact that I Don't Do Clubbing (what with being monstrously self-conscious); picture me trying to explain to gyrating gay boys that really, they should stop trying to dance with me because I'm happy to just lurk and observe, and really would rather be in a library. Picture me several vodkas later, flailing around in what I imagine is an acceptable dance style.
::sighs::
Anyway, much fun was had, and the hangover wasn't too bad.
Meanwhile, today will be the first rehearsal I attend for
Rumours.
I'm really pleased with the other members of the cast, but the director is apparently a bit of a tartar. Curses.
I spent much of yesterday being weepy and crap, and feeling a bit like my heart had been hollowed out with an apple corer; I can't be doing with this fancying people business. It just makes you feel acutely conscious of being lonely (I'm not normally lonely - alone, yes, but not lonely) and wanting a hug. Really quite very much wanting a hug. Because it's just rather excruciating, isn't it,
wanting
someone to like you? Ack. I continue to fancy this bloke whom we'll call Sev, because - well, because it's his name. And also one of the lasses in the group I continue to fancy, but that's not doing my head in because I'm mostly sure she's straight (although the arm-slung-round-my-shoulder-while-we-sat-together, and the footsy under the table sort of made my head go boom), and I'm okay with that just colouring the friendship for me. But I sort of hate that the guy I like is seemingly straight, available, and kind of awesome. Because it's just going to be
painful
now, as and when I realise that, no, of course he doesn't remotely fancy me.
Obviously, I've been bitch-slapping myself into not being so defeatist about things, because it's stupid and unhelpful; but I've NEVER had anyone I fell for fall for me. Never. In my life. And that means that I now cannot help but associate that butterflies-in-stomach thing with a sense of dread that it's a prelude to a gut punch. I'm not going to run away, I'm not going to sabotage myself, honest to God - but I can't really feel terribly optimistic, even so.
I really wish I could press fast-forward on the world and be 4 stone lighter already. I'm not playing the 'wow, life would be perfect if I were thin!' game, but I do think that it's inarguable that I would both BE and FEEL much more attractive and hopeful if I weren't so damned overweight. Because if it weren't for the weight thing, I
would
feel pretty hopeful about my chances - I think we have quite a bit in common. But personality is NOT everything, and sexual attraction has a lot to do with physical appearances.
le sigh
I'm trying quite hard to return to that happy and nonchalent just-flirting-for-the-fun-of-it mindset, rather than thinking 'Crap - actually I really DO like this bloke quite a bit...' and degenerating into a 13-year-old girl.
Right. Sorry. Enough.
t /mememe
Anyway, yes, today is another day.
We have colored eggs!! I have a basket full of goodies and also gifties for Em to find in the morning. Joe was laughing at the color co-ordinated basket and paper grass and candies and play-doh eggs. I love Easter!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY O! ADORABLE ONE!!
