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God, it's only 7:30?!
Sep. 21st, 2008 07:35 amI am heinously bored right now. I'm tempted to make pancakes for my nephews but there's a huge pile of dishes I seriously don't want to do. Maybe I should do them. I'd do them, but my Dad would then expect me to do that every morning. Once you do a favour for Dad, you do it for life. :( I started folding some of my clothes up this morning. Maybe losing the computer for a while would be good for me.
Had to clean up cat pee this morning. I think it was Melma's subtle way of telling me that the litter tray needs changing. Oh joy, cold pee. Almost as bad as warm pee. Even worse when you put your foot in it unwittingly!
It's cold and grey outside, but the little bits of sunlight that steal through are watery and golden. The trees look happy for the water, I must say. The grasses are dying early. I miss a lush, full Spring.
I am feeling the absence of my flowers this year. Usually in Autumn I plant a bed of flowers in the garden, and every day I check on the plant's progress. I couldn't do that for the past two years for two reasons; pain and lack of space. My Mum and Dad have taken over my garden beds and decided to grow food. Which I have no problem with as fresh vegetables are getting ridiculously expensive and a fresh sun-ripened tomato from the backyard? Orgasmic! When you eat them, you understand why a tomato is actually a fruit! Sweet and delicious!
I'm getting the gardening bug again, though, and I don't have much to plant. I've put my seeds away somewhere safe and totally lost the fucking things. So annoying! I put them away because they were the wrong season for me to plant them in (I bought them in Autumn and I needed to wait until Spring). Now I can't find the fucking things at all. There are hanging baskets around the garden that don't have anything in them. I asked Dad if I could grow things in them, he said I was welcome to. :)
Pain is still dogging me. I've taken to having a couple of codeines before bed so I can sleep. I get so high and dopey that I manage to get to sleep. Without them, I'm up all night, exhausted but practically prodded awake constantly by the pain.
I turned on the TV this morning to put it on the right station for my Dad, and during my channel surfing I saw that the Pirate episode of LazyTown was on. My nephews are staying the night, so they're camped in my lounge, sleeping through the quiet TV noise. I, being the evil bitch that I am, decided to RottenRoll them. I waited until the Pirate song came on, then jacked up the sound of the TV RIGHT UP. The pounding beat blasted their ears - it was FUCKING AWESOME! They half sat-up, bleary eyed and confused, mumbling incoherently. I just lost it, I love pranking those little dorks.
My cats are driving me nuts. (Arr). Rogue wants to go outside. Melma wants to go inside. Rogue is a strictly inside cat. Melma is supposed to be an outside/inside cat, but she spends most of her time inside. I think it's cause she's old, and I don't mind. But it's really annoying when one wants in, one wants out and every time you go to a door it's a struggle to make sure that neither cat breaches the threshhold.
Ohhh, Rogue's trying to convince me with sweetness and smooches that I should let her out. She's prrring at me and meowing nicely and rubbing up against the laptop screen. The whore.
WELL. I am going to *try* to find something to do other than waffle pointlessly in my journal. Rogue is staring at me and it's weirding me out. I'm hungry. I wish I had a plate of sushi.
Had to clean up cat pee this morning. I think it was Melma's subtle way of telling me that the litter tray needs changing. Oh joy, cold pee. Almost as bad as warm pee. Even worse when you put your foot in it unwittingly!
It's cold and grey outside, but the little bits of sunlight that steal through are watery and golden. The trees look happy for the water, I must say. The grasses are dying early. I miss a lush, full Spring.
I am feeling the absence of my flowers this year. Usually in Autumn I plant a bed of flowers in the garden, and every day I check on the plant's progress. I couldn't do that for the past two years for two reasons; pain and lack of space. My Mum and Dad have taken over my garden beds and decided to grow food. Which I have no problem with as fresh vegetables are getting ridiculously expensive and a fresh sun-ripened tomato from the backyard? Orgasmic! When you eat them, you understand why a tomato is actually a fruit! Sweet and delicious!
I'm getting the gardening bug again, though, and I don't have much to plant. I've put my seeds away somewhere safe and totally lost the fucking things. So annoying! I put them away because they were the wrong season for me to plant them in (I bought them in Autumn and I needed to wait until Spring). Now I can't find the fucking things at all. There are hanging baskets around the garden that don't have anything in them. I asked Dad if I could grow things in them, he said I was welcome to. :)
Pain is still dogging me. I've taken to having a couple of codeines before bed so I can sleep. I get so high and dopey that I manage to get to sleep. Without them, I'm up all night, exhausted but practically prodded awake constantly by the pain.
I turned on the TV this morning to put it on the right station for my Dad, and during my channel surfing I saw that the Pirate episode of LazyTown was on. My nephews are staying the night, so they're camped in my lounge, sleeping through the quiet TV noise. I, being the evil bitch that I am, decided to RottenRoll them. I waited until the Pirate song came on, then jacked up the sound of the TV RIGHT UP. The pounding beat blasted their ears - it was FUCKING AWESOME! They half sat-up, bleary eyed and confused, mumbling incoherently. I just lost it, I love pranking those little dorks.
My cats are driving me nuts. (Arr). Rogue wants to go outside. Melma wants to go inside. Rogue is a strictly inside cat. Melma is supposed to be an outside/inside cat, but she spends most of her time inside. I think it's cause she's old, and I don't mind. But it's really annoying when one wants in, one wants out and every time you go to a door it's a struggle to make sure that neither cat breaches the threshhold.
Ohhh, Rogue's trying to convince me with sweetness and smooches that I should let her out. She's prrring at me and meowing nicely and rubbing up against the laptop screen. The whore.
WELL. I am going to *try* to find something to do other than waffle pointlessly in my journal. Rogue is staring at me and it's weirding me out. I'm hungry. I wish I had a plate of sushi.
