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Last night I dreamt I was eating cereal. Yeah, that's just how exciting my life is. I don't remember anything else about the dream ... just that I was eating Multi-Grain Cheerios. And they were good.

Of course, this probably just means that I slept soundly last night, and so wasn't wakened except at some random dream-cereal-eating moment when a cat jumped on me or something.

Shannon is gone today. It's weird. The house is quiet. The reason this is weird is that Shannon's home office is way the fuck in the back of the house, and he doesn't tap-dance for a living. So it's not like he makes a lot of noise. There's no constant whistling or shouts of, "Bitch! Bring me a beer!" He just quietly sits back there and types.

Okay, yeah, he occasionally does get up and walk around and go downstairs to get a drink or food or something. So maybe that's what I'm missing.

But I like to think I'm just missing the Shannon-ness. It feels different when he's not here.

Plus, the cats are depressed. "Lo!" they cry in their little cat voices. "You who oft have scritched us and turned us upside down and thrown toys for us, why have you foresaken us? You leave us with the woman who never looks away from the box with the light in it. Is this not cruel?" Poor kitties. I try to pet them with the side of my leg occasionally when I pass them in the hall.

See, before I met Shannon, these cats were very independent. They were used to living in the house with a human who only petted them upon occasion. Sure, every day, but not like a constant thing. Then they met Shannon. Now they are complete affection whores. So when he's not around, they go into withdrawal and slink into corners and bewail their fate. No actual wailing, though. Cobweb mostly saves that for the middle of the night after we've gone to bed. She's thoughtful that way.

If I seem a bit cheerful and/or energetic at the mo', it's because I'm feeling very glad about the fact that I've gotten some stuff done today. Last night, before I fell asleep, I made a deal with myself that when I woke up in the morning and went down to go to the bathroom, on my way out of the bedroom I would pick up the already-sorted bag full of "whites", drop it on the kitchen floor when I got down there, and then put the load into the washer when I was done in the bathroom. That way, I got something done before I was even actually awake! It seemed to start the day off on a good note. I then later also loaded up and ran the dishwasher.

Just a load of laundry and a load of dishes is worth a "Woo hoo!" right now.

Plus, I actually wrote a few sentences in The Fic That Ate My Brain. Perhaps I will be able to write more later. (I almost wrote, "Perhaps I will be able to force myself to write more later." I think that's why I'm having trouble with the fic.)

I was perusing my Amazon wishlist earlier today (because dreaming is fun), and I got all excited about this book The Vintner's Luck by Elizabeth Knox, and I was all, "Oh my god, I have to buy that," and then it turned out that it's "Currently unavailable." So if I'm still feeling energetic later today, I'm going to run out to my favorite nearby used bookstore (where I actually have a credit slip) and see if they have it. The chances are minimal. Looking for something specific at a used bookstore is generally futile, in my experience. Used bookstores are for browsing and finding unexpected cool stuff.

In summary, Shannon is missed when he's gone, the cats are whores, get stuff done before you're awake, and go to used bookstores with few expectations. That is my collected wisdom for the day (with terribly faulty parallelism, but I'm going to be all rebellious and not fix it).



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Mar. 11th, 2005 04:31 am (UTC)
I hope you don't mind me being all presumptuous, but I went and ordered the book for you. Don't fuss at me, it was cheap, and I hope you don't mind a retired library copy. (but it's in good condition, and I've already paid for it and everything so it's too late for you to tell me no)
Mar. 11th, 2005 09:01 am (UTC)
But you don't have any moneeeeeeeeey!

I really suck at receiving gifts. I never know what to say. Um ... thank you? Uh ... seriously, you're a sweetheart and I love you to pieces. And not just because you bought me a neato-keen book. :-)

*runs away blushing*
Mar. 11th, 2005 08:16 pm (UTC)
*hugs you tight* :)
Mar. 11th, 2005 07:23 am (UTC)
There's no constant whistling or shouts of, "Bitch! Bring me a beer!" He just quietly sits back there and types.

OK, I keep trying and failing to convincingly imagine Shannon yelling, "Bitch! Bring me a beer!" It's really funny.
Mar. 11th, 2005 08:56 am (UTC)
Y'know, I have shouted that, but I think that the smirking probably ruins the whole effect.
Mar. 11th, 2005 08:57 am (UTC)
Mar. 11th, 2005 08:56 am (UTC)
He actually HAS yelled it. Not very convincingly, though. :-)
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