After taking a day-quil at 6pm last nite, my 11:30 bedtime seemed impossible. And it pretty much was. The idea of sleeping in this morning was also mocked as I rose at 730 this morning for no reason at all. Even the boy beat the alarm clock and was up and out of bed minutes before it was scheduled to go off. So now I sit here, both the boy and the bro gone for work. Im left to wait for a phone call from my boss to see if she put in the order at rosebrand so I can go pick up the tape for finishing lampshades this week. After Ive retrieved the pink gaffers (because the duct hasn't arrived on time), then I head over to the variety arts to sit in the wardrobe room and tape the damn things while everyone else is doing the load out of Orpheum Gatherum.

I also will be seeing my godfather today whom I havent seen since I was, well, a lot shorter at least. I can't remember how old I was.

The kittens do a new thing now. As soon as the boy has left for work, or to walk to the store, or go anywhere...they run rampant. The apartment becomes a drag course all of the sudden and Im in the middle of it. Every now and then they zing by me and then suddenly pause in some awkward position (ie-hanging by their front paws from the big fluffy chair) and often with a toy mouse that's too large for their little faces stuck in their mouth. Weirdos.