Keep it out of sight

Um. I must admit, I'd grossly underestimated how quickly two partly-white dogs could make a smooth black floor look like shit. Every hair, every tiny smudge of dust, stands out like a Jem'Hadar in a roomful of tribbles. I've had to mop twice every day I've been here so far. Ah well, I guess it's character-building.

Slightly hung over - as much as I ever get. I'm not actually capable of drinking enough to give me the full experience I've heard other people describe, but I did the best I could last night - I also didn't go to bed until almost seven in the morning, which didn't help much. I actually slept in the living room on the spare mattress (which is in here as a temporary sofa substitute until I get round to hitting the Salvation Army up for something more appropriate) because I don't have the stereo set up in the bedroom yet and I wanted to fall asleep watching Enterprise, anyway. I'm wondering if I should have set the computer up in the bedroom instead... in theory, I could unplug the modem and wheel it in there, but it seemed like a bit of an unnecessary performance with a perfectly good mattress right there.

Squish and Spike started out snuggled up with me, but after they disagreed noisily about who got to be closest to my face and Squish attempted to hide a beef bone in the duvet I kicked the pair of them out. Spike slept on my bed in the bedroom and Squish ended up on the beanbag at the foot of the mattress. It's something of a pain in the arse having to take them out for pee-breaks on the lead instead of just opening the back door, but I was good and did it immediately before going to bed and on waking up - before my first coffee or cigarette, too. Squish has no problem with it - he lived in a Council flat before I got him and he knows the drill - but Spike is going to take some time to adjust. He's never liked crapping in public - he won't normally even do it in the park unless he's caught short - and the possibility of doing it on the lead with me standing right there hasn't even crossed his mind. Sue says he's really a cat in a dog's body. He's going to have to sooner or later, though, poor lad...

( Edited to add a meme )

Keep it out of sight

Um. I must admit, I'd grossly underestimated how quickly two partly-white dogs could make a smooth black floor look like shit. Every hair, every tiny smudge of dust, stands out like a Jem'Hadar in a roomful of tribbles. I've had to mop twice every day I've been here so far. Ah well, I guess it's character-building.

Slightly hung over - as much as I ever get. I'm not actually capable of drinking enough to give me the full experience I've heard other people describe, but I did the best I could last night - I also didn't go to bed until almost seven in the morning, which didn't help much. I actually slept in the living room on the spare mattress (which is in here as a temporary sofa substitute until I get round to hitting the Salvation Army up for something more appropriate) because I don't have the stereo set up in the bedroom yet and I wanted to fall asleep watching Enterprise, anyway. I'm wondering if I should have set the computer up in the bedroom instead... in theory, I could unplug the modem and wheel it in there, but it seemed like a bit of an unnecessary performance with a perfectly good mattress right there.

Squish and Spike started out snuggled up with me, but after they disagreed noisily about who got to be closest to my face and Squish attempted to hide a beef bone in the duvet I kicked the pair of them out. Spike slept on my bed in the bedroom and Squish ended up on the beanbag at the foot of the mattress. It's something of a pain in the arse having to take them out for pee-breaks on the lead instead of just opening the back door, but I was good and did it immediately before going to bed and on waking up - before my first coffee or cigarette, too. Squish has no problem with it - he lived in a Council flat before I got him and he knows the drill - but Spike is going to take some time to adjust. He's never liked crapping in public - he won't normally even do it in the park unless he's caught short - and the possibility of doing it on the lead with me standing right there hasn't even crossed his mind. Sue says he's really a cat in a dog's body. He's going to have to sooner or later, though, poor lad...

( Edited to add a meme )