4 Mar, 2009
This has pretty much been me recently. I'm not even really doing anything, but I can't sleep. I'll try laying down, closing my eyes, staring at the back of my lids at all the funny changing colors, stretching, flexing my muscles one by one, and it seems no matter what I try I always end up reading a book for an hour or so until my body finally decides it's okay to sleep.

In other news, a cat was making a cat-sexy-noise outside today. Which is to say, a god-awful screeching. So my little cat, Milo, was all, "Whoa, hot bitches ahead!" Searching out the window etc.
He proceeded to run all about the house and to see if there was a way to get to her, or so she could get to him, but to no avail.
(She wouldn't have you anyway Milo, you're just some neutered little kid.) Later, on the way to the car, I saw her again out there.
Let's just say, if she were a human, she'd be wearing clear plastic heels. >.>

-Kelz
PS: I'm pretty sure he thinks she's his girlfriend anyway... -_-