When Cristi asked the vet why they had to stay overnight she said "Cause it's very bloody."
Poor kitties.
I stepped on one last night. Fred. I was walking out of the computer room and I grabbed Foot-Foot off some boxes by the closet and I turned around to look for Fred and I heard him say, "Um, excuse me, Squire, but I do believe you're standing on my midsection. Oh that smarts I must say."
He didn't really say that. But then again, I don't speak cat so what do I know. It's just my best guess at what "MIAOWSCREECHGHGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT" means in cat language.
There's this program we use at work called Laserfiche, but everyone says it like laserfish instead of laserfeesh and everytime I hear someone talk about it I think of a space-age Buck Rogers type fish with a laser gun. But today it is not working and I've been sitting here since 8:30 picking my nails and biting my nose and vice versa and it's driving me fucking crazy.
I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job.
I hate my job.