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My kittoons are now eunuchs. Well, a eunuch and whatever the female equivalent is.

My parents took them to the vet yesterday morning. Since I went to bed at 5 am, by the time I woke up they were back and all fixed up. They bounded onto my bed and snuggled down on top of me. Good as new. Good kittoons. Sweet kittoons.

I'm happy because Texas Steph is coming for a visit tomorrow. She's staying for ten days. Gina is going to make me get up in 7 hours and help her clean the house. That's gonna suck for me since I screwed up my sleeping schedule by staying up til 5 am last night.

I've only met Steph once, for about half an hour in a parking lot in Buffalo. So this is better. I like it when the house is full of goils.

Other than that I feel decidedly blue. Heavy and mopey and droopy and sleepy and doc and bashful and grumpy and sneezy and dopey. I'll have to go reread my blog entry about how I have it really good and so shut up already.

I haven't worked on The Project in awhile. I'm in a robotic routine at school. There are no surprises, but lots of dull work. Dull, dull, dull. Dullety dull de dull dull. It makes me tired. And I feel kind of discouraged about The Project lately because I jumped the gun a little on something or other, and didn't get the response I would've liked, and everyone's so busy.

Also, I thought for five minutes that someone might be interested in me, like he was almost kind of asking me out. There were further encouraging signs. And then it turned into nothing, not even hello's. So that's too bad. Maybe he's in a dull, robotic routine that makes him tired, too... or maybe I was imagining it in the first place. That's very likely. What else is new. So: blah.

Also I'm watching that movie where the dumpy Greek girl transforms herself into Cinderella and gets to marry John Corbett. Those transformation movies where everyone's problems are solved when they lose weight and learn how to apply blusher really get me down.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:22 AM | shower me with attention