Sunday, April 13, 2008

There's a rat on my head

The low point of the day was our older cat Titan getting sick with no warning. Usually he retches for a bit, allowing us time to scoop him and throw him in the sink. Instead he just sat up, from where he was doing his job keeping my feet warm, and threw up on my foot. My bare foot. My bare foot resting on my nice sheet. My bare foot resting on my nice sheet on my bed...

The high point, um, I suppose it was somehow managing to knock out another five pages of my script, bringing me to 65. Now I just need to decide if my proposed solution to the chimera problem would annoy my audience.

And now the rat is trying to type. She managed an n, good for her.

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