June 06, 2002 :: 4:55 p.m.
the sound of clothes drying
I am dirty and sweaty and tired. I woke up at 4:30 this morning and went to work, sans shower. I got rained on walking there, but it was rather nice rain, the sprinkley kind. Work was work. I ate stuff that I shouldn't have eaten, but you know what? I do not give a damn at the moment. I think I'm going to snack my way through this evening, because it's fun, and because I can. I'll be better this weekend. I won't be at work, after all, and that's where the fat ball starts rolling.
Last night, Adam and I made tentative plans to do something tonight. I called him a bit ago, but no one's home. Maybe he's out running over pedestrians or something fun like that. It's just as well for the time being, because I have to shower and eat dinner and make myself presentable. Put on my face, as it were, only mine isn't exactly the face I'd choose to wear if I were, in fact, given a choice.
Rufus is home from the vet. He went this morning to get fixed. Snipped. Neutered. Whatever you'd like to call it, they did it, and now he's lying near the couch, licking his stomach. He's quite awake and spunky, actually. Much more so than I thought he'd be. Gizmo and Tango were kind of out of commission for a few days after they were fixed, but I guess maybe it's different for male cats. Not so invasive.
Hmm, anyway, I'm going to go shower. Wash the stink off, that sort of thing. I'll update later, probably, because as we all know, I like to blather on for paragraph after paragraph even when I have nothing much to say. Good times.
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