Woke up at 6:30 am, kitten (Mr. Scribofelidae himself, pictured) curled around my neck, kneading my hair, licking my ear, thinking about my novel.
I should have gotten out of bed, but didn’t.
The rest of the day got taken up by helping my folks hook up their new HD TV, meeting up with copperain for come lunch and catching up before getting together for a one-shot of space opera Tri-Stat.
Michael … buddy … I’m so sorry about our gaming group. Now you know why I don’t game anymore! It’s too traumatic!
Back-dating this, since I was so fucking tired last night … too tired to post.