It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

Bought a cat tree house (the tunnels are not that big at all and I don't think Ariadne could even remotely fit in them but the rest is awesome) and they love it! Well the kittens were immediately convinced. They climbed up there before I was even done building it. I had to place Ariadne in one of the little cat hammocks and manually curl her up and then hold her there while I pet her for several minutes before she calmed down, but she hasn't moved since and she looks quite happy with her new sitting place. She's going to sleep in fact. See, baby? Sometimes when I bother you, I actually have your best interest at heart instead of just wanted to kiss your wee face because it is so cuteomg.

Also, check out the spam email I got (this is a print screen I took. It's safe to click!) It makes me laugh quite hard. I don't live in the US, guys. I didn't file a tax return. And much better on disguising your address there and even including a header, but still not falling for it. You sort of uhm...used some wrong words there. But you are getting craftier. Bravo.

The last few nights have been rough. I can't sleep again. Increased adrenaline makes for increased anxiety which makes for me staying up until 6 am and sleeping badly when I finally do fall asleep. I have a little dry mouth again and that's annoying. Huurrr. The social anxiety is still okay, I think! And I have finally gotten my head back into writing, YAY! Thank goodness for that. I missed it while it was gone!

Also thank goodness for our new cheese toastie machine. I will never eat anything else. And all the tea. I drink it. All.

My books came *squeals* I got The Legends of Saint Patrick with a prettier cover. It is a reprint from 1889 and full of ridiculous myths which I love. I don't think he turns any blasphemers into foxes like he does in Jocelin's 'biography' (we shall use that term loosely) but it's still amazing.

I also got The Life of Saint Patrick another classic reprint. They're so sexy, you guys. Sosexyomg.

Helios is chewing on my FOOT. Little bugger.

But boooookkksssss. *glee*

Now I am going to go make some salsa and watch Most Haunted while fondling my sexy books.

Saint Patrick's Day is nice :D

And Chelsea is adorable.

We ate chili (I was too lazy to plan something Irish and I like chili better than Irish food anyway) and watched Tim Minchin and had wine and Bailey's.

And we watched All Dogs Go to Heaven. It is awesome.

Good night!

Last night I kept falling asleep while watching Big Fat Quiz of the Year 2010 and waking up when Jimmy Carr would laugh. He has a HORRIBLE laugh. It sounds a little like a donkey. HAW-HAW-HAW-HAW-HAW! So my sleep was riddled with consciousness of donkey laughs.

It was unique and new.

Now I am waiting for Alison to finish speaking to her aunt so we can go shopping (OMG she is taking SO LONG what a COW talking to her FAMILY instead of paying attention to ME) and indulging in deep sarcasm because it amuses me and Leah isn't awake to sarcasm at.

There's water in the roof, or there was. That'll need fixing eventually, probably. But the water in the taps is now coming out at more than a trickle. Hurrah! And tonight there is showertime at Woot's. It will be glorious and Wooty. With suds.

And hopefully conditioner that is mine, instead of borrowed from Alison! Depends on if they have some at the supermarket! It's hit or miss lately, really. Which isn't surprising.

On March 1st there will be St David's Day leek and potato soup and other things, as long as we can get leeks! If not, we will improvise. We're good at that.

Especially lately.