.: i'm sure the view from heaven :.

My shoulders are a bleeding, bloody mess because Pernelle is finally getting REALLY FREAKED OUT about all the packing and boxes. I've started breaking down the furniture that's not going with me and carting it either to the dumpster or to the car to take to Goodwill, and there are a lot of empty spaces where there aren't before, and the cat's reaction to this is CLING TO ME. Or, preferably, CLING TO MY SHOULDERS AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE AND MEOW PITIFULLY. One more week. I can take this.

Now I'm hungry but it's still breakfast-time. I've not packed my pots and pans and dishes yet so I could make something to eat, but the kitchen currently has half-full boxes on the floor and on the counters and ... yeah, I don't want to move those just to cook and make another mess, aha. PIZZA FOR LUNCH IT WILL BE, THEN. Or something.

Taking a breather because I have worked myself into a sweaty mess. I can't wait for this all to be over so I can get back to concentrating on writing. I have ideas swirling in my head but not the attention span to deal with them. Too many OTHER things to do right now, sigh. But first a snack and a drink and an episode of anime to cool down with, then back into the trenches.

So I took a nap this afternoon in anticipation of going out this evening since I've been crashing out kinda early as of late. I was woken up not by my alarm, but by my cat perching on my shoulder and meowing insistently in my ear. I finally got out of bed because she was driving me nuts, only to find that she had flipped the papasan chair in the living room. The insistent meowing in my ear was apparently "I BROKE IT FIX IT I'M NOT IN TROUBLE RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT"

Ah, cats.

I wish I could take a picture right now, I have one cat snuggled up against my right arm with her head on my chest purring, and balanced on the arm of the rocking chair and the other is laying across my hands making this hella hard to type. THEY ARE SO CUTE AND WARM AND I HAVE OFFICIALLY LOST FEELING IN MY ARMS dslkfsafjsdf

Dearest Short Bus:

Ripping open my legs because I am removing you from my bedroom is never acceptable.

Please die.

Catie

AUUUGH THERE'S BLOOD EVERYWHERE STUPID LEGS STUPID BLEEDING