I finally pinned Nibblet down and clipped her claws. And got my left hand all scratched up in the process. That whole 'wrap them in a towel' thing never works with her. But the upside is that she's pissed off at me now and is making a big show of ignoring me, which is making for a nice break, though attention whore that she is, I'm sure it won't last long. Also, she can't scratch me now. At least not with her front claws.

Reading Neil Gaiman's blog always makes me wish I had time to read for enjoyment. This is one of the many reasons I'm looking forward to being finished with school. At least next fall I'll be taking an English Lit course (to fulfill my minor -- and how irritating is it that they require you to have a minor? If not for that I'd be done come May), which should provide a vast improvement over text books and social scientific journal articles in the way of reading material. "Should" is the operative word in that last sentence. Anyway, I did pick up A Game of Thrones again the other night and got through another chapter. Of course that was after having to skim through several preceding chapters to help me remember what was going on, since it's been so long since I last cracked that book open. But I'm now more than 200 pages in. Only about 500 more to go. At least at this rate, by the time I get through all of the existing books the series will probably be close to completion.

We're supposed to have Jake to the vet by 4:30. We'll probably end up having to leave him overnight so they can do x-rays. Though watching him try to get around, I suspect that he's really only hurt the one leg, and his other leg just isn't strong enough yet to support him for very long. Either way, sucky.

In the mean time, I'm gonna go work out and get around, then I'm going to clean off my desk. It's still covered in detritus from last semester's papers and I should clear all that away before I start on this semester's go 'round. And as today is the day I start to kick butt and take names in making a serious effort to launch a writing career, it'd be nice to start that off with a clean desk. The rest of the day, minus the dealing with Jake, is going to be all about getting a couple of old short stories ready to submit to some magazines. I might even give Fearful Symmetry another read-through and see if it's really as unsalvageable as I've managed to convince myself.

Once all that's done, it's back to the garden ficlet. Actually, I think I have time to poke at that for an hour or so before I go do any of the stuff mentioned above. If I could get myself focused I could probably finish it in an hour or two. Now, while my cat's being peevish and leaving me alone, would be a really good time to tackle that.