He usually does this if his food or water bowl is empty, or if the litter needs to be cleaned. I emptied the litter last night, so it wasn't that. I went and check his food and water stocks. Both good.
Nope, he just wanted to be a little [expletive retracted].
The result is this:
Not only am I sore as all heck from training on Tuesday night, my stomach still a little upset from over-training Tuesday night, but I'm also exhausted and cranky. And I have training again tonight.
I'm done complaining! No, seriously. All done. Feeling a bit better now that I have that off my chest!
In writing news, I'm not doing too badly. I made my 3 000 words just after lunch yesterday (thank-you, early start time). Much of what I wrote didn't help my upset tummy.
Does any other writer reread their stuff and think that there must be something wrong with them? I mean, what I wrote turned my stomach a little when I read it. How could I have written it? More pressing is how twisted must my imagination be to come up with that stuff?
I'm not giving anything away except to say, the Captain of the Guard is an evil, evil person and poor, poor Xander.
Right, I have to go kill some characters now. That will make me feel better. Have a great Thursday.
Something new; just as a miracle is something wonderful. A fanciful and licentious fabrication, perhaps never used at all seriously.
- Robert Forby's Vocabulary of East Anglia, 1830