How sad am I?

[desperance]

Oh, good grief. Here's a measurement of obsession, if you like. I was just draining some rice, and I made a mess of it, and boiling water went everywhere; and my first reaction - honestly truly, in that minisecond between spillage and the water scalding my bare feet - was not even to think "move feet out of way", let alone to do it. It was to look around anxiously to make sure Barry didn't get splashed.

In my own defence - if the position is defensible, which I doubt - he had been fussing around my feet moments earlier, because he's showing off his best trick just now, which is Telling the Time Wrong. He thinks it's six o'clock, because that's tea-time and he's hungry. He's wrong. He's been wrong for about the last hour and a half, and he's still wrong.

In other news, some shithead spammer has ganked my e-dress, so I've been getting endless lists of "sorry, couldn't deliver this message" from mailer daemons, for a message that of course I never sent. Curse them with many curses...

Comments

[guipago.livejournal.com]

Heh. It just means that you love your critter. Which is usually a good thing since they happen to take over your life so easily :)

As an example. Professor gave me a laser light upon graduation. It has become a 3 out of 4 critter toy. The puppy loves it and so do the two new kitties. Loki's too smart, she just stares at my hand and gives me deflating LOok of Doom!

But now, after giving in, I have one pooped out puppy, one pooped out Peepit, and an almost pooped out Artemis. (aka Squeakit)