  FRIDAY - at last!! *maniacal bouncing* MOOD:.... Happy Space Cadet M.A.D Level:.... dropped off scale - not sure which end, yet. MUSIC:.... Nirvana - Bleach/In Utero FELOID:.... Yowling outside next-door's catflap. Yesterday was a bit of a non-day. I was so exhausted, from the untypical crowdedness and excitement of Wednesday, that I slept through most of Thursday. I did wake up at a reasonable (for me) hour, had some coffee, fed and medicated feloid, etc; but I could hardly drag my weary carcase round the house. So I resolved to knit - only to find I was too fucked to do that either. : eyes just wouldn't stay open and I kept fucking up.
So I slept. Got up at 6pm - feeling GREAT!! Sadly, it's now 9.30 on Friday morning and I haven't slept since. I did try - but I was too fucking excited: HEFFY COMES HOME TODAY!!! *does somewhat sluggish but nonetheless still deliriously happy little dance* I can't even begin to describe how much I am looking forward to seeing him. I'm even making chicken noodle soup for lunch: for him and the olds - as they valiantly went to pick him up from the airport; and it's bleedin freezing - far too cold for chicken and salad. And I guess he's gonna be knackered from partying and coughing and wheezing... Hope he's not TOO ill and knackered, though.... >=- P Feel a bit spacy all of a sudden - just imbibed about a pint of coffee coz I know my brane is gunna wanna shut down at about 10; and I still gotta do a bit of tidying and hike to the Co-op to forage.
oooooospacy.... Haven't managed to get me, George and the tube of fleanemesis all together in one room at the same time yet. No more bites....but then, that might not be good news. I think the 'visitors' may have just migrated into the carpet for a bit to recover. George's taken to sleeping on the new/old chair all day. It's been in Huw's garage for about 3 years. It is damp and smells a bit mouldy. George, somehow, manages to absorb the smell and distill it down to a stench . He's not damp (much); but he smells FETID . As in dead babies and rotting dogs mixed up with mouldy bread. When I was watching the news last night, I kept catching whiffs of what smelled like old sewage. In deference to the 'poofoot' incident, I started experimentally sniffing stuff; and almost immediately identified the source of the unpleasantness as Himself, curled up asleep in the middle of the bed. He fuckin' HONKS . Up close , he just smells strongly like mouldy books; but from a distance, it is definitely raw sewage.
How does he DO that? I bet it's on purpose. And now that he really IS offensive to the olfactory sytstem, he's being EXTRA cuddly; and looks totally crushed and resntful at me when I won't give him a hug and a good scratching. I hate cats. They're so fucking vindictive. I reckon George will be really glad to see Heffy, too: he's been following me about like a bad smell (did I really just type that? I need help: Tarbuck syndrome strikes again) all week, whining about wanting his 'Daddy'. (ooops: there goes all Heffy's cred: right down the toilet!! >;- P) Oh well; I can see from here that the chicken stock's just about done. Better go chop some veggies... *looks around for George* Sorry - that was unworthy. (Even for ME ! ) .
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