I'm on Spring Break this week.
I'm not actually taking a break.
I've had some translation work come in, a little legal job and then a big fat patent, so it's a regular work week (plus the weekend). I have a pile of school stuff on top of that and I'm surrounded by piles of cat hair that I was meaning to vacuum up…
I'm surrounded by cats too, who are taking advantage of my being at home. They stomp around on my desk while I'm working and chase each other around the office and up and down the stairs. They probably do this when I'm not here, but there's an extra food begging aspect to it when I'm around. Every time I get up to go to the kitchen (to get something for myself because I'm selfish that way), they tear in ahead of me and dance beside their empty food dish, which only gets filled at certain times of the day, but hope springs eternal in the kitty breast.
171 words | March 15, 2005 11:26 PM | Real true story