Perhaps cleaning out the fridge should have happened sooner. Found the second jar while chewing on the contents of the first and looking for other late night snacks. Insomnia is fun. I sit at my desk and can think of nothing but napping all day...sun goes down? Nothin. Convenient, that is when Gordon is at his best too. I'm turning more into a cat with every passing day.
This is pretty much what we did with our evening:
The cat lady was avoiding studying because she cannot possibly memorize another notecard regarding Canadian insurance taxation laws without getting violently ill. Or at least falling asleep. Which she already did once tonight. Sitting up, Jitterbug style. Turning more and more into a cat everyday. Might need to start monitoring razor usage. And that incessant need to lick myself. Can't wait to chase my own tail...
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