January 09, 2004 :: 12:52 a.m.
The Adventures of Sill Cat
You know, they play really good music on
Joan of Arcadia. Yes, I watch it. I love it. It's great. You should watch it, too. And also collect the songs they use on the show, because seriously, they're really good. I like just about every one of the 40+ songs they've used in the first 11 episodes, which is quite a lot considering my particular tastes. And there are 11 more episodes left in the season! Exciting, yo.
Rufus is sleeping on my windowsill. He's been there pretty much continuously for the last 24 hours. It's his very favorite spot, apparently. When we first moved in here, I really wanted the kitties to sit on my windowsills. They're perfect for it - fairly deep, and a bit less than two feet wide. Cat-sized, one could say. The furry little bastards never took to them, though, until Rufus recently decided that the right-hand windowsill is his Sleeping Spot o' the Moment. It's cute. He sleeps a lot. More than I do, even. But his constant sill-sitting also reminds me of Stoop Kid from Hey Arnold. Except I don�t think Rufus is afraid to leave the sill. Hrm.
Speaking of sleeping, I seem to have lost my fleece sleep pants. This is greatly disturbing. I love those pants... I sleep in them every night. I thought I washed them, but they're not in the basket of clean clothes I brought up last time I did laundry. I can't find them in any of the various piles of clothes and other miscellaneous debris. I was forced to sleep in another pair of PJ pants last night, and oh, how far below the fleece pants they were. Thing, scratchy, cold. I used to sleep in them all the time, but apparently I've been spoiled by The Fleece. Alas. I'll have to conduct (ha! I typed "confuct" the first time through) a more thorough search tomorrow, I guess. Fleece pants, return to me! I'm nothing without your warm, plush goodness caressing my butt.
Yawn. Tired. My new pillows are orgasm-level good. I love them with all my shriveled little heart. Something about my big new bed bothers me, though. It's too big for just me. It's a two-person deal. And it makes me all sad that my second person isn't in it. But hey, what's new? Maybe I can get the dog to sleep on the other half some night. He takes up a surprising amount of space for a not-huge dog.
I need to start looking for a new job. I've been scheduled twice since before christmas. Not that I mind the time off, of course, but funds are running low and so I must begin the job search anew. Hopefully it'll go more smoothly than last time, when it took me about 4 months to find a crappy part-time job. Whatever, economy. You suck.
And with that, I leave you. I shall putz for a bit and then head off to bed, for I am tired and my pillows are seductive. Adieu, friends.
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