There is a small puddle of coffee on my desk.

There is confetti from my hole punch sitting in said coffee.

The two are only connected by place and circumstance. There is no reason why I haven't cleared them up yet. There is definitely no reason why I'm telling you all about Things On My Desk save I am tired and hormonal and I Want My Teddy Bear.

My sister's cat slept with my SO last night. We woke up to this warm lump on top of the covers between us. I had certainly been snuggling up against it in my sleep, believing it was my SO. The cat loves my SO. He has a bigger lap than I do ;) although the cat can't surf on him ;) The cat also loves our bed during the day - with the blinds open it's the warmest and sunniest spot in the house, so while the cat is here it has an easily washable spread on it - and the part of the hall that is between the heater in the lounge and the heater in the spare room during the evening. She does not like cooked and shredded chicken flesh. I'm not sure that she thinks of anything that doesn't come out of a packet or a can as food.

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Maybe it's another sort of bug? My entire brain is in disarray and I'm finding it impossible to function. Can't do any work, can't do any writing, can't even motivate myself to go for a walk. Oh, and I'm having horrible reality-nightmares about having gone back home and getting stuck working the most repellent gigs with the scum of humankind.

Let's hope the Bluebird of Happiness shits happy-turds on us all :D
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