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Sorry everyone, I'm dead. I couldn't sleep last night, and for some reason I feel like a walking corpse today. I can't fathom why this is. During my mid-teens I used to do crazy all-nighter stints for 36 hours or more on the trot staying awake - without feeling the slightest side-effect until the last few hours, before collapsing in a heap into my bed and zonking out for a good 10-12 hours to recuperate. And yet, today I feel as though my cognitive powers have been replaced by reconstituted and watered-down piss. And that's after two fairly strong cups of coffee. I know that I'm bordering death, because occasionally I actually stop thinking and my brain starts to fill with white noise - quickly filled with the sort of subconscious cackle that usually precedes sleep.
Can't do circumcision post today, sorry - my head is too garbled.
I'm actually in my own house just now, and I must say, I really miss my cats. As I suspected, my dad isn't giving them nearly enough TLC in my absence: Fluffy, I seemed to perceive, looks a little touch forlorn, and she's put on a little weight, and she was moulting quite a lot when I petted her, which means she isn't getting the usual excessive petting that I would have been treating her to had I been there. Rusty was always more of an aloof and independent spirit and seems less fazed. When they were both kittens, my dad's ex's daughter put one in each of her jacket pockets, and Rusty struggled and scrambled out, while Fluffy fell asleep in her pocket - and that pretty much sums up their characters from the outset. The last time I was away from the house for a short spell I took the Fluff-meister with me... I'm thinking of taking her before leaving tonight to get back to my leafy suburb with my man-friend.
At this moment, I am listening to this beautiful piece of music. It is soothing my aching brain.
Can't do circumcision post today, sorry - my head is too garbled.
I'm actually in my own house just now, and I must say, I really miss my cats. As I suspected, my dad isn't giving them nearly enough TLC in my absence: Fluffy, I seemed to perceive, looks a little touch forlorn, and she's put on a little weight, and she was moulting quite a lot when I petted her, which means she isn't getting the usual excessive petting that I would have been treating her to had I been there. Rusty was always more of an aloof and independent spirit and seems less fazed. When they were both kittens, my dad's ex's daughter put one in each of her jacket pockets, and Rusty struggled and scrambled out, while Fluffy fell asleep in her pocket - and that pretty much sums up their characters from the outset. The last time I was away from the house for a short spell I took the Fluff-meister with me... I'm thinking of taking her before leaving tonight to get back to my leafy suburb with my man-friend.
At this moment, I am listening to this beautiful piece of music. It is soothing my aching brain.