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Last night the temperature in my house crept up to 79 degrees, so I turned the thermostat down and it was only 71 degrees when I awoke this morning. That may not seem cold to you, but it is to me! It made it hard to get out of bed, as well as did the announcements on the radio of school closings. Guys, it's RAINING OUT. Seriously. I guess some people are pretending that the rain is freezing into ice, but Sam Clover said that all the roads in to Philly are fine. Pansies! But that made it even HARDER to get out of bed, to hear all these kids getting to sleep in!

I made it, somehow.

I used to feed the cat canned food, but it was too much work and then he EXPECTS things of me, so I quit. I just leave dry food out 24/7. But I ran out about a week ago, and haven't gotten to the grocery store, so I've been feeding him canned food twice a day. Even though this is perfectly acceptable, and even though Henry's eating, he still apparently thinks that he's starving to death and keeps attacking my ankles hardcore. I have to remember to give his claws a trim tonight.

Oh and also I finally decorated my tree last night! Hooray! Christmas is NOT over, not in my house, baby! The tree does look a little silly, though, with the bottom third naked. Henry still managed to get a few ornaments off the tree. And remember how I was talking about my mom's tin icicles? Well I DO have a tube of them! They look so pretty. And it turns out that with my little tree, I only had to use a handful of balls. All my other ornaments were original and interesting; I had forgotten how many I have that were my ornaments on my parents' tree.

I stayed up til one last night making cookie dough. I love baking in the middle of the night! My only concern is that my hand beater is too noisy; but I could hear my downstairs neighbors' tv on until after I went to bed, so I'm sure it was fine. Man, I'm terrified of my downstairs neighbor. I have to drop off a bottle of wine tonight. I dearly hope she's not home when I do.

I want to be home and getting ready for this weekend! Man, and a whole 'nother hour until LUNCH! I'll never make it.

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greatmonkeygod
Jan. 3rd, 2003 09:01 am (UTC)
I'm not sure if I'm breaking rules by handing a thumbs-up of good readin' to a post of this length, but I do so anyway because I was amused. I was going to leave a comment about cats, but, man, everyone knows about me and cats.
bigtoe250
Jan. 3rd, 2003 09:20 am (UTC)
....hahahahaha.....you said 'hand beater'

please don't tell me i was the only one who thought this was funny.
prettykate
Jan. 3rd, 2003 09:29 am (UTC)
You weren't!
bigtoe250
Jan. 3rd, 2003 09:35 am (UTC)
thanks for the backup. and the fact that she thought it might be too loud made me LOL here at work.
littlewashu
Jan. 3rd, 2003 10:51 am (UTC)
...
counterfeitfake
Jan. 3rd, 2003 09:43 am (UTC)
Also "handful of balls".
bigtoe250
Jan. 3rd, 2003 10:04 am (UTC)
good show! i totally missed that one.
littlewashu
Jan. 3rd, 2003 10:51 am (UTC)
...
swolfe
Jan. 3rd, 2003 11:06 am (UTC)
and don't forget hardcore...

in bold no less :)
dravenfrost
Jan. 3rd, 2003 11:29 am (UTC)
Wow, I totally didn't realize this was porn until I read the comments... such veiled language, Washu... I mean, at first when you said you stayed up late "making cookie dough", I naively thought you meant actual food...
bigtoe250
Jan. 3rd, 2003 11:42 am (UTC)
the whole post is laced with sexual inuendo. it's some hot shit. 'cookie dough' is my new name for THE SEX.
liebevil
Jan. 3rd, 2003 07:18 pm (UTC)
Today when I was coming home from work, I saw my neighbor walking down the street, and I'm like, "Hey John, what's up? How was your holiday?" And he's all hunched over against the sleet and snow, with his hands in his pockets, and he's like, "Went to Philly. Wish I was still there. It's WARMER there."
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