Love and death are always on my mind...

My cat makes the best noises to demand affection. They make me think of a tiny, tiny velociraptor... which probably would not be a good pet, all things considered. The cat also does not seem at all put off by the fact that his fur is just made to attract static electricity, so every time I pet him, both of us get shocked. He's now taken to chasing my hand when I stop petting him, because damn it, he will have all the scritches.

...I have the best cat. Even if he does sit on my pens and notebooks as a matter of course so I must forget about them and LOVE HIM. Most unloved cat in the world, you guys. Oh yes.

The past few days have been an exercise in not bashing my head against walls for one reason or another. I think I've managed admirably - no concussions over here, so I must be doing something right! ...Yeah. I'm really hoping it'll be over soon, though. So I can stop getting the impulse to throw whatever random object I happen to be holding at the time.

Also, any time the apartment complex wishes to turn on the air conditioning? That would be AWESOME. I'd gladly trade with any of my friends in the frozen North right about now.

Things I need to do today:
- Tags. So many tags. (Okay, not really that many.)
- Harrassing a few people for tags, if they are up for them.
- Write some of my Big Bang fic.
- Something else I've forgotten, I'm sure.

I just need to work out the order in which I want to do those things. ...It's a more difficult decision than you might think.