Monday night ponderings

I'm currently trying to consume just the right amount of beer. Enough to make me fall asleep at a decent time tonight, not so much that I crash out before the end of the Spurs game so I know whether or not I'll be rocking the free coffee in the morning.

My cat is weird. He eats strawberries and green olives. And loves them. I think maybe he's not a cat, but more like a Stitch. A cleverly disguised alien critter that is slowly but surely sucking my will to live. I've begun searching for his spaceship, because I'm pretty sure that when I opened my eyes in the middle of the night last night he was fiddling with his ray blaster gun...

In rereading my last paragraph, I'm sure you're thinking, um, I think you've screwed up the balance. But I assure you, I have not done so. I have only had ti martooni's ociffer, I promise.

Okay, enough with the mildly intoxicated ramblings, my boys need me in the other room, the lead has been cut, and I'm quite convinced it's because I am no longer giving them my undivided attention.

Comments

Anonymous said…
SPURS rock. Just a little bit.

BTW, I consumed way too many reebs last night. Thank God I was drinking light beer.

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