Poo

Welp, here I am. Sitting. Waiting. Impatiently.
Lhiannan still isn't home for her own damn party yet...I've got stuff to do and I can't because I'm sitting...waiting...impatiently.

I'm annoyed with the cats. I'm considering selling them to (anyone of) the neighbors with the giant rottwieler dogs to use as a toy. Some cat (guessing it was Kyao) shit on my couch. Another cat (probably also Kyao but possibly Meow Meow) shit in the bathtub. No clue why. The litter box is perfectly clean...Fucking cats. I love them; I hate them. This is a new thing though...they are normally cleaner than this. Maybe it's the heat.

I woke up this morning basically hemorraging and I'm pretty sure that with this rate of blood loss I could die anytime. Probably not, but I still feel super crappy. My blood pressure is non-existant and I feel like retching. I would eat something and that might help but the thought of actually putting anything in my stomach makes for a terrible visual as I can see how fast it might come back up. This also means that I can't take any advil (which could save my life and the lives of all those around me that I might kill in a hormonal rage) because right now it would come back up, too. Guess it explains my bad mood lately.

And to think I'm going to go sit out in the 95 degree blazing sun for 4+ hours with kids running around screaming...oh the joys...

My house is somewhat cleaner. Never got to the carpet. Forsaked that bit of fun for running around drinking at the river in the middle of the night. Thankfully, despite all that, I was able to wake up early enough this morning to clean up the common areas of the house. As long as no one comes near my room it should be passable.