Just.

I'm thinkin' my shitty mood is getting worse because I'm listening to Love Story on loop, and not the other way around. 

Sufjan Stevens, now. I already feel better.

Blub is somewhere outside right now. I should probably go find him and bring him back home, but I'm still in my nightie and I'm too lazy to, anyway. I really hope he isn't out killing birds again though, the murderous little feline. The last time he did that, he puked for four days in a row. And there were lots of feathers in his puke. "Ew" doesn't even begin to cover it.