drowsy

six hours of sleep last night. so, yeah, i'm tired.

got home at 6pm, but didn't get to bed till 1130! between working out, making dinner, having dinner, cleaning up, getting ready for bed, and playing with the chaucer time flies. or flys?

i know i'm really tired when my vocabulary starts to go. it's always the signal.

chaucer makes me sooooo happy. except when he decides to take his (very loud) bath on my bed when i'm trying to get to sleep. but at least we are working out sleeping positions. and by "we", i mean i'm learning how to fit myself somewhat comfortably around his orange mass. seriously, i only have a twin bed and i'm not a size 2 and neither is chaucer, frankly.

all of sudden he is mr. wet-food kitty. for the last 5 weeks that his abode has been
the terrace he refused wet food. it got a big "paw-paw-paw" (like he's digging the ground to bury it) and a cursory glance. but then the last two days--he's clamoring for the stuff! practically doesn't want his dry food.

but! at least we found a treat that he likes. i mean, besides catnip. and no, i'm not talking about cat-caine. altho i'm sure he would like that too.
it's a crunchy treat. which goes along with his whole liking dry food thing.

but back to me being tired. i find myself saying things like: "huh?" a lot. and then i find that veeerrrryy interesting. because my mind moves at the speed of a slug.

on another topic entirely, i really recommend reading "lies my teacher told me" by james loewen, if you haven't already. all about how we (the american public) are propogandized by our schooling.