Pip is such a gentleman nowadays when he wants let out of the bedroom. A year ago, he used to snuggle up, and bite the shit out of John out of nowhere, and get promptly thrown out. A few minutes ago, I felt something lay down on my pillow near my head, and I looked up to see the vague shape of kitty head peering upside down over me. "Mrow?" I gave him a pet, then he got up and went to the door. I woke up and got my bearings, and he came back and plopped down on my chest and got a few more pets before he went and waited in front of the door. I got up and let him out and came here to check my mail and stuff. He is curled up on a nice quilt across from me right now as I type this, fur-bombing the black fabric.
I think his pent-up kitty aggression is spent rough-housing with Pumpkin nowadays.
I have four pyramids in the kiln right now. I wonder what they will look like. I kind of forgot what I did to them.
We got "There Will Be Blood" from Netflix, but it might be damaged. At least, the DVD player refused to play it, even though it played "Charlie Wilson's War". However, the DVD looked to be in normal condition. Confusion! Disappointment! That was the one I wanted to see.
John and I want to see this one.
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Haha..."from WHOM?" Who in the hell really talks like that?
A lot of his movies are considered to be hit and miss, but I usually enjoy them anyway. Except "Lady In The Water". I had NO desire to see that one.
Back to bed.