In the wee hours

I love our cat. I really do.

But damn, he just doesn’t get this whole humans-aren’t-nocturnal thing.

As I write this, it’s 3 a.m. in our time zone. Rory woke me up at about 1:30 a.m. to clean his litter–which is all well and good, because a litter that sits there dirty all night gets kinda rank–but I guess he decided he needed to be fed as well. So, after about 30-45 minutes of him throat-kneading me and giving me kitty-breath kisses, I finally reneged and got up to give him his wet food for breakfast. Unfortunately, I’m now too awake to get back to sleep.

It is really freaking boring at 3 a.m. when you don’t have much to do.

could be doing music reviews for Talk Nerdy With Us, but I’m not quite focused enough for that right now. I could also be writing, but I’m still stuck on the same chapter–hell, the same paragraph–of my new WIP. I could go out to the other room and watch TV or a DVD, but we have company and I don’t want to wake them up.

Finally, I have a mosquito bite that is driving me crazy.

All I really want to do is online shopping, but that’s not fiscally possible now. There’s a website where I can turn the cover for my poetry anthology, Kamikaze Butterflies, into a fabric. It’s expensive, but it would look so freakin’ cool. Would make for great scrubs or hand warmers. Alas, it’s $17.50 per yard, so unless I come into some magical money in the near future, that’s just going to have to wait.

Maybe I could sell the hand warmers on Etsy…take pre-orders….

Or maybe I could try to go to sleep. Each is equally likely to happen.

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