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valkryorSome days are great. Others start out rough and stay that way. Today? Today started out rough, had a lovely remote gaming session, and has turned rough again.
It started with shit.
Sheldon's shit, to be specific.
I had gotten out of the shower, was in the process of getting dressed (as you do), and the cat had left the room. The odour, though, that lingered. So I finished putting on my deodorant and went to find the fluffy bastard.
*sigh*
You know how some long hair cats have VERY FINE furry trousers? Now, imagine a good amount of that fine, soft fur covered in poop with a long dangly piece just bobbing along as he moved. Yeah. So I spent the next ten or fifteen minutes cleaning up the cat. He did not like it and even squirmed out of my arms and ran away a couple of times.
Joke was on him.
And me. The joke was also on me.
But by the time I was cutting out the last of it - there was no way in this life or the next one that I was going to be able to wipe it clean - he was putting up with being manhandled so that I could see what I was doing. So that (and multiple hand-washings), was the start of my day.
My gaming session ended up with looking at rude marginalia and laughing over the dirty dirty illustrations left by monks and scribes hundreds and hundreds of years ago. Some of them are WILD, and if you are ever in need of a good laugh, then by all means, give it a search and look through the images. My particular favourites are the butt trumpets (which is a perfect representation for the internet and social media), the scrotal bagpipes, penis trees, and weird animals.
After dinner, and as I was starting the dishes, I was walking towards the bedroom to throw yesterday's dish cloth into the laundry hamper. I had a headache (that finally seems to have abated thanks to ibuprofen) and closed my eyes to ease it.
And walked right into a fucking CD rack.
Two boxsets fell off the top, and only one of those onto the floor (the other landed on a chair), but the real damage was to my foot. I don't know if I broke a toe (one of them swelled like a mofo), and if I did, there's nothing that can be done. I am icing it as I type this and trying not to move my foot around too much. Tomorrow, it's probably going to be pretty purples and blues.
It started with shit. And it's now evolved into a possible broken toe. This is just one of those days.
It started with shit.
Sheldon's shit, to be specific.
I had gotten out of the shower, was in the process of getting dressed (as you do), and the cat had left the room. The odour, though, that lingered. So I finished putting on my deodorant and went to find the fluffy bastard.
*sigh*
You know how some long hair cats have VERY FINE furry trousers? Now, imagine a good amount of that fine, soft fur covered in poop with a long dangly piece just bobbing along as he moved. Yeah. So I spent the next ten or fifteen minutes cleaning up the cat. He did not like it and even squirmed out of my arms and ran away a couple of times.
Joke was on him.
And me. The joke was also on me.
But by the time I was cutting out the last of it - there was no way in this life or the next one that I was going to be able to wipe it clean - he was putting up with being manhandled so that I could see what I was doing. So that (and multiple hand-washings), was the start of my day.
My gaming session ended up with looking at rude marginalia and laughing over the dirty dirty illustrations left by monks and scribes hundreds and hundreds of years ago. Some of them are WILD, and if you are ever in need of a good laugh, then by all means, give it a search and look through the images. My particular favourites are the butt trumpets (which is a perfect representation for the internet and social media), the scrotal bagpipes, penis trees, and weird animals.
After dinner, and as I was starting the dishes, I was walking towards the bedroom to throw yesterday's dish cloth into the laundry hamper. I had a headache (that finally seems to have abated thanks to ibuprofen) and closed my eyes to ease it.
And walked right into a fucking CD rack.
Two boxsets fell off the top, and only one of those onto the floor (the other landed on a chair), but the real damage was to my foot. I don't know if I broke a toe (one of them swelled like a mofo), and if I did, there's nothing that can be done. I am icing it as I type this and trying not to move my foot around too much. Tomorrow, it's probably going to be pretty purples and blues.
It started with shit. And it's now evolved into a possible broken toe. This is just one of those days.
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