Braindead. *falls over*
I don't think common sense is so common anymore. It's sad.
Like one would hope to figure out that using their brain, doing physically taxing work, and dealing with a good hunk of stress would make them very tired, and in desperate need of a good cuddle.
I just figured this out.
Instead of a good cuddle with a living person, I'm going to go take a hot stinky (stinky in a good way) bath, and snuggle with Grumpy. He got his fix-me-up surgery round 5 yesterday. He's 27 years old. I think he's doing pretty well, all things considered. He's the most traveled of anything I have. Except for myself. Because I've gone everywhere with him. Or rather, he's gone everywhere with me.
I'm rambling. Brain goes clunk clunk with a crutch across the floor. I'm going to stop now. Good night.
Oh. Right. The model shoot was awesome. I'll post pictures to my PhotoBucket and DevArt and ModelMayhem and mayhaps OKC and Facebook, so everyone can see. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
Kaboom.
Like one would hope to figure out that using their brain, doing physically taxing work, and dealing with a good hunk of stress would make them very tired, and in desperate need of a good cuddle.
I just figured this out.
Instead of a good cuddle with a living person, I'm going to go take a hot stinky (stinky in a good way) bath, and snuggle with Grumpy. He got his fix-me-up surgery round 5 yesterday. He's 27 years old. I think he's doing pretty well, all things considered. He's the most traveled of anything I have. Except for myself. Because I've gone everywhere with him. Or rather, he's gone everywhere with me.
I'm rambling. Brain goes clunk clunk with a crutch across the floor. I'm going to stop now. Good night.
Oh. Right. The model shoot was awesome. I'll post pictures to my PhotoBucket and DevArt and ModelMayhem and mayhaps OKC and Facebook, so everyone can see. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
Kaboom.