01-29-03 @ 10:59 am EST

I am here posting, officially because I don't feel like doing other things. And so, prepare for a totally inane entry. (But you're used to that, right?)

Firstly...Cozman found himself a new ball. I have no idea where he gets these things. It's like he can sniff them out. Ma and I heard horrendous rolling noises, nothing at all like his little jingly balls...this sounded like a can or a jar or something rolling across the floor. "What does he HAVE?" I asked.

Ma said, "He found a softball!"

Well...it's NOT a softball, but it may as well be. It's about the same size, at least. The Little Guy had dug it out of some obscure corner (he is good at that!--I bet he could find my lost hamster if he knew where to look!) and started cheerfully rolling it across the floor. Wheeeeeee! Cats are such simple creatures! I went out to fetch it and picked it up and said in my stupidest voice possible, "I've got the ball! I've got your ball! Let's play with the ball! Follow me! I've got your ball! Let's play with the ball!" I then commenced dippily running into the living room, with him dippily following. I rolled the ball a few times since it's too big to toss, and he happily ran after it and pawed it around. Awwwwww. Minimal brain capacity makes for lots of fun!

I think I ruined the mood a little while later though when I rolled it past the doorway, thinking he'd go after it, and then I heard it roll back...only to find him reclining in the kitchen... o_O ...so either our floor is WAY slopier than I thought it was (maybe that explains that old nightmare), or we have a ghost that likes to roll balls. Anyway. I rolled it into the kitchen, thinking it would bump into his butt and stop, but it rolled over his tail and he leapt into the air with an offended look. Aiee. I had REALLY thought it would stop. Damned haunted tail-smooshing not-quite-a-softball.

So I had to apologize to my cat for doing that. That reminds me of the time Pepper was wandering around outside...I'm starting to laugh already, poor Pepper!!...and I found a half-deflated soccer ball in the "sandbox." (More like a sandy patch of weeds!) "Hey, Pepper!" I yelled; she could still hear and see back then. She stopped and looked at me and I tossed the ball at her, I REALLY thought she would dodge it!...and it HIT HER IN THE HEAD!! SMACK! *ROFLMAO!!!* I am so glad nobody from the Humane Society or anything was driving by...I ran over to apologize and see if she was all right, but I just couldn't stop laughing. She gave this MEOW like, "What the HELL did you do that for?!" She was okay, seriously...but that was so funny. Poor cat! I really thought she'd dodge it!

So anyway...back to the present, shall we?

After he first found the ball (before I terrorized him with it), when Ma was just leaving, Armando Muffinbutt disappeared under a chair in the utility room and then KICKED a bottlecap out at me! "Like soccer!" Ma exclaimed on her way out. I picked that up and tossed it and he ran like mad...then he passed by, with the BALL again! I swear, he is like the only cat that can go fetch a bottlecap and come back rolling a ball. I bet you thought only dogs did stuff like that. Aieee.

I ACTUALLY got the stupid thermostat to work. Damn piece of junk. I'm so tired of it cutting out only when I'm the LAST person here, and having to sit and freeze all day until Dad gets home to get it working again. It only cuts out like that when I'm the only person home! Dad says all I have to do is spend more time outside to get used to the cold, but I CANNOT GET USED TO THE COLD. I HATE the cold! I used to wait out in the cold with snowplows practically mowing me down, in the dark, hoping my stupid BUS DRIVER might actually slow down to pick me up! (Sometimes he did NOT--he just kept on driving! But that's for another entry. Remind me of that later, when you remind me of Camp Daggett.) I didn't like it then, I didn't like having to spend time on the playground in the cold in school, and I don't like it now. I just DO NOT like the cold. And I HATE trying to sleep in a house that's like 40-50 degrees inside because the dumb thermostat won't kick in! You'd think that when it's cold enough, it's easier to sleep, but it's NOT. If it's TOO cold, you can't sleep! End of story. And so I lay in bed freezing all day, well, at least for the four hours I spend sleeping. Then Dad came home and fixed it and the heater ran for like three hours straight. Ugh.

But I just got it working, the temperature was down to like 60, so hopefully it'll warm it all up before I go to sleep. *sigh*

I can't wait for summer. At least you don't have to beg and plead with and jiggle and whomp and hit fans to get them to work. :( (No, I did not whomp or hit the thermostat, BUT I WAS TEMPTED!)

Moving on to the NEXT exciting part of this entry...

I had a very, very weird dream during my nap--officially my first dream that is SO weird I can't even summarize it. I know that it involved my Apsiu...and Bill Kurtis from A&E...and a train ride...and water (what dream of mine does NOT involve water?) and ice...and a park...and giant people and tiny people, and size-changing people, and different realities like in Men In Black II, and some kind of room, and maybe food, and...other stuff...and that's pretty much all I can tell you. o_o I told you it was weird. Just thought I'd try to mention it...

While I still have Bill Kurtis in mind (I DID name this entry after him, so I'd better bring it up), I thought I'd say that Bill Kurtis is my god. The day is not complete when I do not hear Bill Kurtis's voice. When he first appears on TV I yell, "BILL! I love you so, I always will!" When he opens a show with "Hello, I'm Bill Kurtis," I say, "Hello, Bill Kurtis." When he signs off with "I'm Bill Kurtis. Thank you for watching [insert program name], here on A&E," I say, "Goodnight, Bill Kurtis!" Lately, though, he has not been opening the shows with "Hello, I'm Bill Kurtis," nor closing them with, "I'm Bill Kurtis," so my world is shattering. BILL! Say your name! My day is not complete if you don't say hello or goodbye to me, Bill Kurtis!

...All right, now that I've probably thoroughly freaked you out...

What else? Oh yes. Lastly, my Apsiu. I can't begin to say how obsessed I am with them lately. It must be a phase, like my Manitou Island and Damien and Kemet and Trench Rat phases. I know I'll get over it, but whenever I go through a phase, I just feel like BLATHERING nonstop about it to everyone who will listen. Nobody will, so--I won't blather. Just wanted to point it out. I finally finished proofreading Part 59, and posted Parts 60 and 61 (I'm already working on 62--I really MUST redo the earlier parts to make them match the later parts--they have no plot or character development, plus they're way shorter!), but must proof those later. I still have Part 108 of MI to finish. Nobody ever rated Parts 58 and 59, so I guess I lost the one person I had reading it. :( *sigh* I feel so sorry for poor Dja'mui. I don't think I've ever included such a horrific passage in a story, not even in the nonconsensual ones...and it's just dialogue. But the images are incredibly...well, "violent" isn't a good enough word for what I wrote. I wonder where I come up with this stuff. o_o

Well, I will end up blathering if I don't shut up now. Still can't catch up posting at FOD, the jerks. I can't even delete that annoying note, either. It took me about twenty minutes to type this and now I have to proofread it and do something like...work on Part 62...and the heater just went off... >_< ...so tar.