I am so exhausted lately.
I have the to-do's on the mental list multiplying like bunny rabbits while I'm not paying attention.
I tell them no "under the covers" but those bastards won't listen and the more the chores pile up the less inclined I am to do them.
Now, the basics are covered. It's not like I'm wallowing in my own filth or anything. I mean, I do clean myself...
But the rest of the stuff... writing, laundry, sewing my halloween costume, making food, exercising, moving around... it's all too similar to Mt. Everest.
The problem as I see it is that my cats are extraordinarily inconsiderate. All they care about is themselves.
me, me, me.
gimme, gimme, gimme.
It doesn't matter what time of day or night it is, those little beasts will wait until my eyes are finally closing and then do something to wake me up and torture me.
They're like the little monsters in "Cat's Eye" that steal you're breath while you sleep.
mi gatitas es muy mala
It's all well and good for them to sleep all over the goddamn place, even on my black clothes that I have to wear to work tonight.
Go ahead you filthy tyrants, apparently I work for you now...
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