ammogirl

You know, I like my cats a lot.  I know there is a huge contingent of people out there who hate cats, but I’m not one of them, so.  However, it is decidedly not fabulous when during a marathon practice session on Rock Band, you move your foot off the drum pedal to stretch out your shin a bit and step in cat puke.

And then it sucks worse when you have to pause your game and clean up the humongous hairball sitting on the floor, and notice there is not just the one, but three different areas.  When I am in a drumming zone, I don’t like to be disturbed.

But.

What’s worse than all of that is when you are getting ready for bed and hear retching from…somewhere, so you run into the hall and realize, great, that’s coming from my bedroom.  And upon entering your  bedroom, you are immediately relieved that there is not a retching cat on your bed, but think, ‘where the hell IS the retching cat?’  So you walk to the other side of the bed, the hidden side, and don’t see a cat, and you look under the dresser, and you don’t see a cat, and then you hear the final retch that ends the barf battle and think, ‘fuck’, but sort of more intensely, because you realize that came from underneath your bed.  Which is a California King.  On a wrought-iron bed…thing.  And upon confirming, you discover that yes, the barf is indeed directly under the middle of the bed.

As in, out of your reach.

This is one of those times that I really, really wish John was home.

Anyway, I would like to mention, again, that Rock Band is the Best Game Ever.  However, I am stupid and can’t figure out Xbox Live, so I’m just staying in practice  mode until I…well, I don’t know, actually.  Until something, anyway.  I think it might have to do with the fact that Matt has all of our controllers, leaving me unable to sign in with the ‘gamertag’ (you have no idea how really, really, REALLY dumb I feel typing that) I have already created and registered and all that.  It’s all okay though, because it just means by the time I am ready to battle my online adversaries, I will be, you know, even better than I already am.

I am dreading work tomorrow because it is my turn to fill in for Amy, our Commander’s secretary.  I have to sit in her office all day and route taskers when they come in and answer phones and pass on messages.  It sounds easy, I know, but routing a tasker is…ugh, thinking about it actually gave me shivers just now.  I would describe the process but even then it sounds a million times easier than it is in real life.  Also, how boring would it be to read something like that?

Not boring to read is my dream from Monday night.  I had ferrets, and they had to pee, and I put out napkins so they could so.  And then I went to the store and a creepy cashier helped me, and then I was suddenly asleep (in my dream) and being woken by a ringing phone (still in my dream).  When I answered it, it was the creepy cashier guy, who just sat there until I was sufficiently scared enough to yell and slam down the phone.  Upon going to the window to shut my curtains, I discovered creepy cashier guy, who was stringing a phone line from my house to his.  At that point, I woke up, because that shit was scary.

Gotta go.

Tschuss!!