Wednesday, April 11:
...I don't know which is worse: the fact it's been bitterly freezing for the first week of spring (dropping down from 80 degrees one day and plummeting to 25 the next), has been raining down torrents of the blasted sea from the sky every few hours or....
...Or simply, the mere fact I've been running on three hours or less sleep from last night. Not only was I weirdly in pain all night, but my kitten, Sutkei, felt it was her (noble) duty as a growing cat to find every noise maker and toy in the house. This included dangling from my bird (Pearl's) cage at 2 and 4 in the morning, respectively. Of course my parents didn't hear it. They never do.
...Yeah....
That, and I finally got to watch Happy Feet (the cutest film that made me dance like Blues Brothers did). I got that for Easter along with this blue and white stuffed cow. It forever sits on my bed next to my copious amount of wolves and polar bears, and stares out into no man's land with those stupidly adorable glassy black eyes. Yeah. I have the odd urge to call the dang thing "Ryuuzaki" because of it's stare. Gah...
I love cows. To me they symbolize motherly order, giver of life, and, of course, humor to me. Gary Larson thought the same thing (at least, on that last note).
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