Whine
I want the week to be over. I'm so tired. I want to sleep. I want to go to the tanning salon. I want to spend time my my horrible fuzzy beast. (Jason crashed in my living room last night, as he, Paul and I stayed out quite late, and Tatia was showing off a bit, as is her wont when company is here. She stalked around splendidly and then flopped on the floor. I was scolding her this morning, telling her "You're so sassy, Tatia.")