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Things that happened between the time I fell asleep at ridiculously early o'clock on the couch and the time I woke up at ridiculously late o'clock this morning in the same place with a cat sitting on my chest looking pissed off:

- the food bowl was emptied by the two pigs dressed as cats that I live with
- the clocks went forward and half of my Sunday seems to have disappeared
- the Pope died, which I am finding unexpectedly upsetting, as I am not, nor have I ever been, Catholic
- I got a wicked neck cramp from sleeping on the couch

In other news, I dreamed that I had moved to England to become a teacher. Life decisions have clearly been sneaking into my subconscious and I would like it to stop.

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What is the point of having a great hair day on a Sunday, I ask you? There's nobody here to appreciate it but the cats.

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Good fucking lord, where did the day go?! How is it evening? What happened to noon? For that matter, where was morning?

I feel cheated.

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( My productivity report for the day. )