Yes, I actually do have a life beyond chasing my husband's cat out of the downstairs bathroom, which she has chosen as her litter box. (Had to do that again this morning, incidentally. I opened the door to go in to put in my contacts, and she dashed in and went straight for the shower.) At least I think I have a life outside of this. To be honest, it's been fairly all-consuming this week, along with trying to figure out how to shuffle the house around in a way that won't result in the carpet being destroyed by an obviously angry cat. I'm talking about it again. This was supposed to be a therapeutic entry that didn't involve the issue of Didge's cat peeing all over the house.
Let me sit here and blink for a minute. I need to reset my brain.
(blinking)
I can't reset my brain. Frankly, I'm furious, fed up, and everything in between.
Here. Have some more music while I continue blinking.
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