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I yelled at the cats really badly (I said I was going to give them away, which I am so not) this morning and feel guilty. I know, that's psycho. But they run under the bed in the part of the house they're not supposed to be in before i leave for work and then I'm hours late after trying to get them out and it's exactly the sort of stuff that makes me want to have a temper tantrum. Ultimately, I left them under the bed, and hope they'll have come downstairs and done no damage to anything in the process by the time I get home.

I love the little critters massively, but oh how they make me scream sometimes.

Doing backgorund work tonight. Daydreaming rampantly on the new bright shiny object. Eating a sandwhich from Cosi.

And that is all.