Bankrupt pants cat is not clicking back any further.
Having just done a skip-back 250 -- 250, people? Really? Are you entirely sure that number is accurate? And PS, if you've ever wondered why I friend people to this journal at such a glacial rate, that is a large part of why -- I have thrown up my hands and declared that nothing short of a zombie apocalypse is going to keep me clicking. Also, a zombie apocalypse would probably distract me from LJ. Just saying.
If you have anything of vital and key importance to share with me, please link it here, so that I can actually see it. If not, then, well, don't. In other news, I fly to New York on Tuesday night, and will be gone through Sunday. My pants will really be bankrupt by the time I get back from that, so please save up anything you think I need to know.
I am. So tired. Seriously. I would eat live eels for a nap right now. Lilly didn't help, since her reaction to my multi-day absence involved waking me up every thirty minutes to make sure I knew she'd missed me. I GET IT, LILLY. Now go to sleep already.
DDP saves lives.
Ngh.
If you have anything of vital and key importance to share with me, please link it here, so that I can actually see it. If not, then, well, don't. In other news, I fly to New York on Tuesday night, and will be gone through Sunday. My pants will really be bankrupt by the time I get back from that, so please save up anything you think I need to know.
I am. So tired. Seriously. I would eat live eels for a nap right now. Lilly didn't help, since her reaction to my multi-day absence involved waking me up every thirty minutes to make sure I knew she'd missed me. I GET IT, LILLY. Now go to sleep already.
DDP saves lives.
Ngh.