touch my monkey! touch it!!

I am reading Ryan/Seth OC fic. Yes, I am.

And dudes, I totally cleaned Happy's cage tonight. She's stylin' now. Poop free and loving it!

In other news, I finally found a way to creep J out (he gets me with a pen shaped like a hypo needle or touching my neck or letting Moose sit on me, etc...) You know that old dude in Family Guy with the little voice who's a perv in love with Chris? I can totally do that voice. And I do it puppet-style. He hates it, and it's awesome.

The wind is howling here. It's crazy windy. The zoo is not pleased.

GARGH!

I absolutely positively cannot write at home. It's like... a horrible affliction. I can spend all day on the computer at home and write maybe two lines, and almost always they suck. And I have tomorrow off from work for MLK day, and I should be all happy, but I really want to finish this silly octopus story and the most I've written in two days is:

In the dim-dark room the lights flickered low for John, and Rodney struggled upright in bed, hair mussed, leaning heavily on one hand, the other pressed over half his face as he gave John a sleepy glare.

One freaking line! GAH! *stabs brain* *glares at word doc*