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dchenes ([personal profile] dchenes) wrote2007-09-17 02:59 pm
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coffee weasels

I really rather want to bite somebody. My coworkers still take me seriously, but nobody else involved with any committee I'm involved with does. They keep backing out of things at the 11th hour, thereby leaving us (but mostly me since I'm the one sending the emails) scrambling around looking like idiots who can't plan anything. And I'm still hungry, having inhaled lunch half an hour ago.

Good stuff:
Lily likes my bed so much that she'll sleep on it when I'm in it.

Heat is good. It makes me much less inclined to eat overly large amounts of anything warm. (The furnace got turned on yesterday.)


Still hungry. And gotta wash floors this week.
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[identity profile] whuffle.livejournal.com 2007-09-17 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Coffeeweasels indeed.

At least your cat likes you?

Could be worse, you could be lacking a mop and have to wash the floor with your tongue?

Sorry, suppose that doesn't really cheer you up does it. Hey, at least you might have laughed at it.....

[identity profile] dchenes.livejournal.com 2007-09-17 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Coffee weasels with titanium dentures, even. (There's a whole subsection of the rant about people backing out of things that I didn't get into because typing it out would make me more annoyed.)

I don't think my cat is quite willing to admit she likes me yet. The two-foot invisible force field is down to about a foot and a half, though.
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[identity profile] whuffle.livejournal.com 2007-09-17 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Do you and Mac-the-knife's coffeeweasels want company for dinner tonight?

[identity profile] dchenes.livejournal.com 2007-09-17 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
That would be nifty, provided you come to Brighton or I go home first and feed the cat.

[identity profile] silverbackbutch.livejournal.com 2007-09-17 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
sweet kitty, learning to let you come near. Tux actually sometimes snuggles. This from the kitty that sat in the kitchen and howled the first night I had her.

If she let you skritch her, I'd ask you to give her one from me.