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I slept one hour last night, so I am going to bed now. I bought watercolor paper, sketched out picutres on my lunch break... usually I don't because people inevitably will want to see what you are drawing, and say something that makes you hate what you just drew (Jon, you know what I mean, along the lines of, 'is it Big Bird?' 'is it a DINOSAUR EYE?' -shudder-). But I went late and the 'employee lounge' was empty. Heh. Ryry just finished washing my elbows for me, so I guess I can just skip my shower and go to bed. I started this thing where I would scratch his back and he'd start doing chewey-nibbles with his front teeth to my arm, sort of like a dog will scratch in the air when you are scratching behind his ear because he thinks he is the one doing the scratching. Anywaaaay, it was quite the novelty for a while but evidently I've created a monster and now he wants to groom me all the time. Which is nice and a sign of love and all but after ten minutes or so of trying to read/ write/ draw while the same spot on your arm is being licked by a sandpaper cat tongue, and you look down and realized he's licked through skin, muscles/fat/tendons/whatever arms are made of and there is nice clean piece of bone sticking out, that is not a good thing. I need to sleep now. Goodbye.