Every day you'll see the dust

Woken up at seven by Squish howling along with "Whole Lotta Love" on the radio. I've found that not all Led Zep songs set him off, just that one and "Black Dog", appropriately enough. He also likes Joe Walsh's "Rocky Mountain Way", and I have a vague memory of him singing along to Guns 'n' Roses at least once.

So then I took them out to pee, and I skidded on the wet ground just as they both surged forwards, so I landed face first and something sliced my leg open - not much of a cut but it bled like a fucking butcher's shop for some reason. All down my leg, dripping on the floor. Sore as hell.

Next thing was to clean the floor, again. I emptied a ball of hair the size of a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel out of the Hoover, I got down on my hands and knees to scrub under my chair where all the flecks of white paint from the windowsill have stuck to the floor (the dogs scratch flakes of it off whenever they look out the windows, and it sticks to the floor like shit to a blanket for some reason). So I shifted that, and all the dusty places and the pawprints, and I sat down to enjoy it looking clean and black for a while before they shed hair all over it again, and Squish immediately puked on it. *rolleyes*

Mum has come down with flu or something, and I'm wondering if I'm getting it too. It's not normal for me to be exhausted by a walk to the park or the shops, but today and yesterday it's been almost more than I could handle.

I tried to get my mojo working this afternoon, (excuse the clumsy euphemism, but you know what I mean) and instead I fell asleep. Not good.

Forgot my keys when I went to Mum's, so I had to haul her out of bed to let me into her house. Luckily, she has spare keys to my place, so I have those here now. I mustn't forget to take them with me tomorrow.

Hunt hasn't been on MSN for days, and I miss him like hell.

*grump bitch whine moan grump bitch grump grump*

I think I'd better go find a meme. Here's one that the_reader made:

You are Ged!
Protagonist of Ursula K Le Guin's Earthsea novels,
you are headstrong and self-confident, but with
age and experience comes wisdom. You face your
shadow, brave the darkness, cross the land of
death and set the King upon his throne,
spending all your power to heal the world. You
have sailed every sea, taken every shape,
spoken with dragons and brought peace back to
the world. And at the last, you will find love
and silence.


Which Fantasy Protagonist Are You?
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Nice. Though I always saw myself as more of a Firefly...

And another, nicked from grave_medicine:

Take the quiz: "What Kind Of Weapon Are you?"

Nuclear Bomb
You're a Nuclear Bomb! You are by far the most dangerous and destructive of all the weapons. You're also the most advanced. You're cold and completely indifferent, destroying everything you can without feeling, remorse or regret. You also leave a nasty aftertaste: Radiation. You plague people for years, poisoning and killing the ones you didn't destroy from the get-go. You are the only weapon with the true ability to destroy mankind. You're horrible.

Yup.

Every day you'll see the dust

Woken up at seven by Squish howling along with "Whole Lotta Love" on the radio. I've found that not all Led Zep songs set him off, just that one and "Black Dog", appropriately enough. He also likes Joe Walsh's "Rocky Mountain Way", and I have a vague memory of him singing along to Guns 'n' Roses at least once.

So then I took them out to pee, and I skidded on the wet ground just as they both surged forwards, so I landed face first and something sliced my leg open - not much of a cut but it bled like a fucking butcher's shop for some reason. All down my leg, dripping on the floor. Sore as hell.

Next thing was to clean the floor, again. I emptied a ball of hair the size of a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel out of the Hoover, I got down on my hands and knees to scrub under my chair where all the flecks of white paint from the windowsill have stuck to the floor (the dogs scratch flakes of it off whenever they look out the windows, and it sticks to the floor like shit to a blanket for some reason). So I shifted that, and all the dusty places and the pawprints, and I sat down to enjoy it looking clean and black for a while before they shed hair all over it again, and Squish immediately puked on it. *rolleyes*

Mum has come down with flu or something, and I'm wondering if I'm getting it too. It's not normal for me to be exhausted by a walk to the park or the shops, but today and yesterday it's been almost more than I could handle.

I tried to get my mojo working this afternoon, (excuse the clumsy euphemism, but you know what I mean) and instead I fell asleep. Not good.

Forgot my keys when I went to Mum's, so I had to haul her out of bed to let me into her house. Luckily, she has spare keys to my place, so I have those here now. I mustn't forget to take them with me tomorrow.

Hunt hasn't been on MSN for days, and I miss him like hell.

*grump bitch whine moan grump bitch grump grump*

I think I'd better go find a meme. Here's one that the_reader made:

You are Ged!
Protagonist of Ursula K Le Guin's Earthsea novels,
you are headstrong and self-confident, but with
age and experience comes wisdom. You face your
shadow, brave the darkness, cross the land of
death and set the King upon his throne,
spending all your power to heal the world. You
have sailed every sea, taken every shape,
spoken with dragons and brought peace back to
the world. And at the last, you will find love
and silence.


Which Fantasy Protagonist Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla

Nice. Though I always saw myself as more of a Firefly...

And another, nicked from grave_medicine:

Take the quiz: "What Kind Of Weapon Are you?"

Nuclear Bomb
You're a Nuclear Bomb! You are by far the most dangerous and destructive of all the weapons. You're also the most advanced. You're cold and completely indifferent, destroying everything you can without feeling, remorse or regret. You also leave a nasty aftertaste: Radiation. You plague people for years, poisoning and killing the ones you didn't destroy from the get-go. You are the only weapon with the true ability to destroy mankind. You're horrible.

Yup.