My cats, who are officially the coolest cats ever, started the day off by setting my kitchen on fire. Right now, Sprockets is drinking water out of his dish doing that sucky noise he always made back in the day when he used to nurse on my clothes, with his front paws stretched out on either side on the bowl making happy-feet as he drinks... but this morning, he was rocking the house.
Which reminds me, don't you hate it when you're writing an entry and you're all, "I can't write this now I have to go shave!", so you run to the bathroom and the tub is occupied by a soppy half of a pizza box? More on that in a minute.
And speaking of "don't you hate", don't you hate how temporal breaks can totally sideswipe a train of thought (and in turn an entire entry)? I've decided what I'm going to do with my life. I'm going to teach people how to sip on gin and juice.