ain't no cure for blues

* I have so much writer's block it's not even funny. I can't write anything. HOWEVER, once my brain gets back online, I'm definitely planning to write the Jon As A Reverand fic, because nothing is as funny to me as Ryan Ross in a Praise Band. It'll probably be Christmas themed. That gives me some time.

* Mildred the mentally challenged kitten has decided that scratching at windows? Totally fun! And it's funny when she's at the front bow window and I'm out in the yard with the dogs and she's just digging relentlessly away, but it's not so funny when it's three in the morning and she's literally attacking the window above my head. So I slap her with my blankies and she stops and I lay back down (the windows real high up) and then she STARTS BACK UP AGAIN. What the hell is wrong with her? She does the exact same scratching thing with Moose and Roxy's empty metal food bowls, except with that she sometimes decides to pee in the bowls when she's done. Seriously, there is something mentally wrong with that cat. I love her, but seriously, she's some sort of brainless jackal hybrid.

Translation: I'm tired. Not only Millie, but Roxy and Chewie kept waking me up all night, not to mention the fact that I'm still being plagued with hot flashes, which are the WORST THINGS IN THE WORLD, and THOSE wake me up even when the dogs and cats don't. I haven't had a decent night's sleep in weeks.

Wow, I'm seriously whiny, aren't I? Huh.

Okay, now I'm going to go see if I can actually maybe write something.