I really hate it when something nonsensical happens. Some of my shelves tipped over and spilled a bunch of stuff on the floor. Fortunately, nothing was broken. I've been trying to figure out how it happened, but I'm stumped. It makes no sense! Im trying to help my cat de-stress. He's been losing clumps of fur all over the place; it seems that he licks himself whenever he's upset, which is pretty often. Also, his pupils are nearly constantly dilated, even in broad daylight. I've been trying to give him more consistency when it comes to daily schedules (his and mine), tlc, discipline, etc. I've actually seen his pupils shrink rapidly when I showed him extra affection. He's doing better, but he still seems a little frazzled.
11:31 p.m.
Why is it so hot in here? I just found what I was looking for earlier. It was on page 2! D'oh! It's a good thing that I never got around to making my own. I suspected that nonsensical wasn't really a word, but I've just learned that it is. Dammit. I was hoping that I'd be wrong so that I could laugh about it. But I am rarely, if ever, wrong about such things. Oh, well. I'm off to flirt with guys online.
1:57 a.m.
I've decided that I'm going to use the work excuse to beg out of Thanksgiving. I'll just have someone bring me leftovers. Anyone who watches me type will laugh; I'm so bad at it. I never learned how to use a keyboard properly. I have a very vague memory of a class (junior high?) in which I was shown how to do it. But I never practiced, which is both good and bad. Good, because it keeps me from staring at the monitor for too long. Bad, because it really slows me down. My brother and his wife came over yesterday and brought a pumpkin pie but no whipped cream. They came over again today with some Cool Whip, but then they ate the rest of the pie! I only got one lousy piece of plain pumpkin pie! Those bastards! I was thinking about the typing thing earlier when someone said that, because he has no thumbs, Snoopy shouldn't be able to type. But I don't use my thumbs. Sometimes, I hit the keys like Schroeder playing Lucy's preferred version of "Jingle Bells". I really should go to sleep soon.
2:04 a.m.
Brrr, I'm cold. And tired. But I've got a little more work to do. Sometimes, I hate the internet. Why can't it just give me only what I want, instead of throwing in a bunch of crap? Image searches suck. And why can't I have a faster connection?
2:54 a.m.
I wish I had a computer that responds to voice commands. Like:
"Hurry up, dammit! I don't have all day!"
"Don't give me that crap!"
"Holy shit! What the hell are you doing? Stop that!"
I like watching FX, but I'm so sick of the very frequent promos for a show called "dirt". I couldn't care less about it. I think the song is a Phil Collins one, and if I never hear it again, it'll be too soon. But there's still the problem of it being in my head. "This time, you've gone too far. This time, you've gone too far," plays over and over. Arrggh! Why are there so many people who write badly? Learn how to write, people! And spell! Some people just don't care how stupid they look. I'm so tired. So very tired. What's that quote from The Simpsons about Star Trek? I think it's from The Simpsons. "Captain's log. Stardate: ? (sometime in the very distant future) So very tired." Dammit, I can't remember it. It was quite funny. And I can't find it anywhere. I'm making ridiculous typos now; it's time to go to sleep.
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