Sunday, August 12, 2007

August, grr.

It's too hot.

I'm not feeling well. My throat's a little sore and I'm a bit sniffly, and it's about 85 degrees outside (and almost 100 degrees inside.) My head hurts. Stephen Tyler Junior's nails are making a clicking sound on the wood flooring and it's driving me freaking insane, as is the constant fighting between him and the felines. Here's a sample of my afternoon:

Click click click. *sniff sniff* CLICKETYCLICKETYCLICKETYCLICKETY! *GROWL* *HISS* *HOWLING* Click click click. Suddenly there is a big hot, hairy face resting on my knees. "Get your bone" I tell him. "Find it!" Click click click. BANG! (It's a heavy bone) *various gnawing sounds for three seconds. Click click click. CLICKETYCLICKETYCLICK!
*sound of nose blowing---I am not the only one who has the sniffles* Repeat THIRTY FREAKING THOUSAND TIMES.

Sound pleasant?

I'd go to the library, but for some reason it's closed on Sunday. That doesn't make any sense to me at all.

3 Comments:

Blogger joe said...

You can visit me, if you wish. I can move out. Or you can visit my folks.

8:51 PM  
Blogger Jenny said...

Librarians need summer Sundays off! We have lives, too!

8:53 PM  
Blogger Stepho said...

That's why you hire MORE librarians for full time duty! Remember, you were once lusting after more hours yourself so you could have benefits.

5:13 AM  

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