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A Post in Cat Gifs

It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear

When it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month

Or even your year . . . .

– The Rembrandts

Pretty much.

Pretty much.

I realize the above image has been used quite a bit, but I really can’t think of a better way to describe today.  My alarm went off, and my brain said . . .

You are my guardian angel, Grumpy Cat

You are my guardian angel, Grumpy Cat

And that was pretty much the only intelligible thing it produced.  No.  Go back to sleep.  You has not had the sleeps and you cannot the function.  On a good day I figure my brain is working at about half capacity, which is half of the one/tenth or whatever we use of our brains.  I’m not sure what we do with the rest of our brains.  Probably look at cat gifs.

There's a point here somewhere . . .

There’s a point here somewhere . . .

I kept hitting snooze.  My counselor once said “Do you think maybe you are afraid one day you might just not go to work?  As in, not even call in.  Just not show up.”  Do I?

I like that he still looks evil here.

I like that he still looks evil here.

But I got up.  Somehow.  And I did the whole morning thing that I griped about in that other post called . . . um . . . crap, I forget.  “Bunch of Whining”, maybe.  The girls laughed.  Yay, Mommy is out of her mind and can’t form complete sentences!  You are so funny, Mommy!  Yes, yes, this is totally a joke.  WTF, where am I?

Haha, Mom!

Haha, Mom!

So now I am at the work, and I’m being extremely productive in that I managed to find Google Images and raid my thingy that has the images stored in it on WordPress my um, oh the media library.  Library, of course I would forget that word.  And people have insisted on talking to me, as if I am somehow capable of understanding human speech at this point.  They also have the audacity to be happy for some reason.

catslap

Part of my problem as I think I said before was that I am not sleeping well.  Next month I’m having a sleep study done which should make a fascinating post.  And then I put on the electrodes.  And I drooled.  Etc.  Anyway, since I couldn’t sleep, I was watching TLC and there was this show on called “Extreme Cougar Wives” and I’m like so there’s an age difference that’s not really that OMG THAT LADY IS 90 AND HER BOYFRIEND IS 47.   How is she even still you know, I don’t, no, this should not be happening!

WTF????

WTF????

I had another post planned for today, but I forgot to write it.  It was about how to get rid of a body, saying you needed to do this at some point.  I’m not saying I would.  But it was inspired when DJ wrote this supposedly fictional post about this psycho killer (warning: contains psycho killer, awesome creepiness, and DJ) and after reading it all I could think was that, hey, where did the guy put the body?  And so we had this long back and forth about it, and maybe I’ll tell you about that tomorrow.  I do know that his mother was slightly concerned for DJ’s mental state, which I found absolutely hilarious.  Until this morning when I woke up like this:

Help.

Help.

So . . . there you go.  Much like a Stephenie Meyer novel, I have no idea what I just wrote.  Enjoy.  Have the fun of the blog post is interesting read.

Alice