Niblet just got up on my desk and shoved my CD tower onto the floor. Actually, onto Fizzgigg. Thank goodness he's quick. This is like her second attempt on his tiny little life (that I'm aware of, at least) in three days. Cat has issues, man. I don't know why she feels the need to take them out on the poodle, though.

I had to go to Wal-Mart on my way home from my internship site. That's your cue to feel sorry for me. Thankfully the kids were all having a good day (everybody must've upped their meds) so I didn't start out fried before I went into Wal-Mart.

Now? I'm tired. But it's Monday, so I have to work on my book (after I pick up all my CDs). Maybe I'll finish the scene this time. Last night I got a good start on the Glydia scene for DL, so hopefully I'll be able to knock out a little more of that tonight as well. Whatever I do, though, I can't go to bed until I've read some of the works of Herbert Spencer. Yay fun.