quikstrike98 wrote:Dogs have FINALLY calmed down here, after a second trip outside for potty. Local bar opens in an hour; pondering shaving and heading down there for a few before I crash.
Love midnight shift, the Circadian Rhythm goes all to Hell. Thank God it's over at the end of the month.
Going to bars has been known to throw off circadian rhythms, too.
"Honest, guv, it's like sleep medication!"
That's why I avoid booze during the week, I'm drinking water right now; green tea is also a fave. But I don't have to be at work again until Monday night, so it doesn't matter if I have a few beers, I have 4 days to sleep them off.
quikstrike98 wrote:Dogs have FINALLY calmed down here, after a second trip outside for potty. Local bar opens in an hour; pondering shaving and heading down there for a few before I crash.
Love midnight shift, the Circadian Rhythm goes all to Hell. Thank God it's over at the end of the month.
Wow, time zones are so odd. Here you are talking about going for a drink (or 2 or 3), and it's not even noon time here.
Mirage, it's 10:14 here in St. Louis. The bar opens at 11. I got off work at 8 AM and have been playing with dogs and taking away your innocence for the last couple of hours. It's my happy hour, dammit!
Honey, after those PMs I have no innocence left whatsoever.
rachelalexis wrote:my laptop is on my lap, and the cat has now decided that my chest is a comfy sleeping spot.. crazy thing.... he climbed up there as I was reading that ironically enough
Mmm...sounds comfy to me!
Yeah, except his tail is on the touchpad, and he get mad every time I move it.... I would hope you wouldn't be too comfy sitting on my chest, I'm not into suffocation
Flautapantera wrote:Has your cat ever physically sat on your laptop? Mine does that a lot--because it's warm.
She pushes all of the keys and once rebooted the computer.
Yes, and my leather flight jacket has thousands of tiny holes in its shoulder because my cat used to get up on the back of my chair when I was on the puter, and my jacket used to be hung over the back of my chair. She'd purr and start kneading the jacket. Voila, Holy Jacket.
The wife kept kitty.
Aww.
I don't have as much trouble with holes as I do with fur. I can't hardly wear black anymore without carrying one of those lint rollers with me.
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You know that moment where you just want to grab a pair of scissors and run away with them?
rachelalexis wrote:my laptop is on my lap, and the cat has now decided that my chest is a comfy sleeping spot.. crazy thing.... he climbed up there as I was reading that ironically enough
Mmm...sounds comfy to me!
Yeah, except his tail is on the touchpad, and he get mad every time I move it.... I would hope you wouldn't be too comfy sitting on my chest, I'm not into suffocation
Maybe I meant as a pillow!
Okay then! But I warned you I'm a member of the IBTC!
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When in doubt, go straight to sex. --Jack Coleman (HRG)
quikstrike98 wrote:Dogs have FINALLY calmed down here, after a second trip outside for potty. Local bar opens in an hour; pondering shaving and heading down there for a few before I crash.
Love midnight shift, the Circadian Rhythm goes all to Hell. Thank God it's over at the end of the month.
Going to bars has been known to throw off circadian rhythms, too.
"Honest, guv, it's like sleep medication!"
That's why I avoid booze during the week, I'm drinking water right now; green tea is also a fave. But I don't have to be at work again until Monday night, so it doesn't matter if I have a few beers, I have 4 days to sleep them off.
Remember, any number of beers a person is capable of drinking counts as "a few" when you're dealing with the set of all real numbers.
Tenser, said the Tensor.
Tenser, said the Tensor.
Tension, apprehension,
And dissension have begun.
quikstrike98 wrote:Yes, and my leather flight jacket has thousands of tiny holes in its shoulder because my cat used to get up on the back of my chair when I was on the puter, and my jacket used to be hung over the back of my chair. She'd purr and start kneading the jacket. Voila, Holy Jacket.
The wife kept kitty.
Aww.
I don't have as much trouble with holes as I do with fur. I can't hardly wear black anymore without carrying one of those lint rollers with me.
Yeah, this one's a white kitty. And sheds SO much.
FuturePeter is my make believe boyfriend.
When in doubt, go straight to sex. --Jack Coleman (HRG)
quikstrike98 wrote:Yes, and my leather flight jacket has thousands of tiny holes in its shoulder because my cat used to get up on the back of my chair when I was on the puter, and my jacket used to be hung over the back of my chair. She'd purr and start kneading the jacket. Voila, Holy Jacket.
The wife kept kitty.
Aww.
I don't have as much trouble with holes as I do with fur. I can't hardly wear black anymore without carrying one of those lint rollers with me.
Yeah, this one's a white kitty. And sheds SO much.
I love white kitties.
Pfft, I couldn't type that without grinning.
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Vice President of the Owen Fan Club
You know that moment where you just want to grab a pair of scissors and run away with them?
quikstrike98 wrote:Yes, and my leather flight jacket has thousands of tiny holes in its shoulder because my cat used to get up on the back of my chair when I was on the puter, and my jacket used to be hung over the back of my chair. She'd purr and start kneading the jacket. Voila, Holy Jacket.
The wife kept kitty.
Aww.
I don't have as much trouble with holes as I do with fur. I can't hardly wear black anymore without carrying one of those lint rollers with me.
Yeah, this one's a white kitty. And sheds SO much.
It's my happy hour, dammit! 
