So I kind of accidently kicked the cat in the face... Not hard mind you. I was adjusting myself while laying down and I didn't know he was there. I felt so bad! I tried to apologize but he wouldn't let me. Now he's staring angrily at me from across the room.
Woo! While I was typing this he walked over meowing at me and have me a head bump. He forgave me!
Now I can go back to arguing with the idiots on tv. I turned into a news junkie, and I'm not entirely sure when that happened.
Maybe I should just try to get some sleep. I have a play to write after all. And this isn't helping.
libris:
I step on my poor dog all the time because she's black and likes to lie in the middle of the floor at night. I've gotten used to shuffling around if I get up in the middle of the night, but she's learned just to move if I'm coming her way. Both me and the dog are clumsy.