So far, not so good day -

The day began with receiving word than an old acquaintance (from the ham radio club, which is also shutting down/something due to lack of interest and fundage to keep the repeater on the mountain) has the same kind of cancer that killed Bill Bixby, and it's already gone to the bone -

A lost child. (Found, but yanno.)

And nearly getting clawed in the face by Kitten Scissorpaws in the midst of an intimate moment waking up this morning. (Dear, don't you know those things are LOADED?) Yes folks, she had help.

Annoyed don't cut it.

Add the large number of breakups (not just on LJ, but you're in the body count), grumpy co-workers and no chocolate on the horizon...you get the idea.

Moveon wants another party before Christmas. *meeps and then hisses* Bitch, they ARE high. No. Ask me after the first of the year when I have, like, TIME to think about this stuff.

Anyone want a silk lei? I'm finding them everywhere.

So far, not so good day -

The day began with receiving word than an old acquaintance (from the ham radio club, which is also shutting down/something due to lack of interest and fundage to keep the repeater on the mountain) has the same kind of cancer that killed Bill Bixby, and it's already gone to the bone -

A lost child. (Found, but yanno.)

And nearly getting clawed in the face by Kitten Scissorpaws in the midst of an intimate moment waking up this morning. (Dear, don't you know those things are LOADED?) Yes folks, she had help.

Annoyed don't cut it.

Add the large number of breakups (not just on LJ, but you're in the body count), grumpy co-workers and no chocolate on the horizon...you get the idea.

Moveon wants another party before Christmas. *meeps and then hisses* Bitch, they ARE high. No. Ask me after the first of the year when I have, like, TIME to think about this stuff.

Anyone want a silk lei? I'm finding them everywhere.

So far, not so good day -

The day began with receiving word than an old acquaintance (from the ham radio club, which is also shutting down/something due to lack of interest and fundage to keep the repeater on the mountain) has the same kind of cancer that killed Bill Bixby, and it's already gone to the bone -

A lost child. (Found, but yanno.)

And nearly getting clawed in the face by Kitten Scissorpaws in the midst of an intimate moment waking up this morning. (Dear, don't you know those things are LOADED?) Yes folks, she had help.

Annoyed don't cut it.

Add the large number of breakups (not just on LJ, but you're in the body count), grumpy co-workers and no chocolate on the horizon...you get the idea.

Moveon wants another party before Christmas. *meeps and then hisses* Bitch, they ARE high. No. Ask me after the first of the year when I have, like, TIME to think about this stuff.

Anyone want a silk lei? I'm finding them everywhere.