EvilAlien's Journal: Smoke me a kipper, darling...

... I'll be home for breakfast.

Its 4fucking30 AM, and I can't sleep. What a pain in the ass. This week sucked, including the finale of trying to pick up our new kitten and discovering it has some odd hairloss scratch thing happening on his forehead. Same with his littermate in the same little kitten 'cell'. WTF.

Closest airchair diagnosis is ringworm, a pretty shitty thing to happen to a cat, person, or random monkey. This means we may not get our kitten. Following that was some understandable grumpiness, but apparently my negative reaction to having the only reason I managed to convince myself to wake up and make it to the weekend for was overboard, causing fiancee to shun me in the grocery store. I should have just dropped the stuff I was carrying and walked off to the river, Virginia Woolf-style.

Good times, good times.