::whine::

Gah! 7 in the frickin' morning and I can't sleep. I don't know why I'm not tired. Stupid double shift today, too. So I just know I'll be beat by the time I get done. Kinda pisses me off. At least I've got two days off after today so I'm not setting myself up to get stuck in a sleep deprivation cycle.

For some reason I'm suddenly really irritable. Just happened in the last few hours. Like, I went to sleep for a while, and then something woke me up, and after that I just couldn't get my brain to shut down. Usually I can eventually tune out the occasional snoring and iPod music and go to sleep, but I tried for over an hour and didn't even doze off for a minute. And the whole time I was just laying there trying to figure out how to rearrange the office so I can get some actual workspace back. Irritation. Blech.

So totally unike me, too. ::shrugs:: So now I'm doing computer stuff instead of sleeping. Not entirely productive computer stuff, either.

Oh, and shithead kitty must have figured out how to open the door to the office, 'cause it was open when I got up the first time. He knows he's not supposed to be in here. Too many dangerous things for a little cat to be getting into, which is why we wedge the door shut. But, of course, if you don't catch them in the act it does no good to punish them for it.

Speaking of kitty, check out my pics. Funny wet kitty. I gave him a flea bath last Saturday because when I picked him up that morning I caught a flea running across his chin. Don't know how he picked up fleas since he's strictly indoors, but there it was. So I got the flea shampoo and decided to go it alone and see if he cooperated, and he was actually a very good boy about it. Didn't scream bloody murder or try to claw my eyes out. Just a little squirming and a couple of meows and otherwise he just stood there and let me bathe him. So he got an extra can of food and we're filling his stocking with cool kitty toys.

Eh, enough babbling. Gotta find something else to kill time with.