imaginarycircus

Wooster cat is perfectly fine and must not have eaten any of the powder inside the capsule, or so little that it didn't hurt him. He hasn't had any gastric issues. He slept with David and I last night and this morning as he normally does. He ran and hid when they tested the fire alarms because he hates them with an unholy passion.

I finally managed to drag my carcass to the coffee shop. I have not worked in weeks and I have also not been talking about it too much because I'm having some kind of totally cliched existential crisis. YAY!

So I have a very simple plan for today. Leave the house. Done. Buy latte. Done. Open up current novel draft and start reading to put my head back in the story. Next up. Procrastinate by posting to LJ. *hits post*