ye olde crapfest

well i'm sitting at home on the first day since god knows when that i've actually had a few minutes to myself in the new place. it's a little weird, honestly. count blackula started blasting school today (tonight), and in six weeks, he will be fully certified to legally blow the shit out of things unsupervised. what an in-fucking-credibly handy skill! so yeah, he's off doing that, and steve the bastard cat is outside causing trouble. i am waiting patiently for him to come back so i can spank the area closest to his ass without actually spanking his ass, and watching that show about the witches for the first time in weeks. i missed the one where pru dies AGAIN, dammit. i'm also doing laundry, trying to fix my computer, and balancing a gigantic tennis ball (george's toy) on my knee. i like to balance things sometimes. it's a hobby that comes and goes. soon enough, the calvary will begin to roll in, and this quiet weirdness will go away. i will probably miss it a little.

my boss brought me back this crazy coozie from the superbowl. it's a coozie, and it's crazy!