Crap, I've just realised that the urgent telecon I was so pleased to have finally arranged for tonight at 5pm... is tonight, at 5pm. Friday night, goddammit. I had dinner in a pub planned. It wasn't a big plan, but it was mine and I liked it. *sulks*

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Me: "All the calls and emails today have caused me to turn to ice cream (as opposed to drink)."
A: "If you overdo it we may have to take you to a clinic to thaw out."

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I took some time owing this morning and came in an hour late. I spent the extra hour mostly playing with the cat. I think she appreciated it. We played Catch Mr Spider, and then we looked out of the window for a while, and then she had some cat milk, and then we played Catch Mr Green Fuzzy Thing That I* Keep Trying To Eat And Then Have To Regurgitate Because It's Nearly A Foot Long And Made Of Feathers And I Get Yelled At Before I Get More Than An Inch Or Two Down.

It's kind of a disgusting object, by now, but she loves it.




* Kat, that is - not me. Hopefully that was obvious.