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Well, to be sure, Valentine's Day does not suffer a lack of reasons to laugh at it. But.

My coworker called me over, because he was enjoying some post-Valentine's Sweethearts. Some of the sayings were pretty entertaining - like "TWEET ME," which is sort of ... not particularly useful, seeing as a Tweet goes out to everyone who reads your Twitter.

But my favorite, I have to say, was a misprint where part of the saying didn't make it onto the candy. So printed off-center on the little heart is the word "YOU," and beneath it, truncated on the left side, "OCK."

(As my coworker said, the possibilities are endless.)

Work is about to make me snap, but, rather than run through the office screaming, I decided to take a short coffee break to buy a latte from the cafe downstairs. I ask them to put the drink in my personal mug, which saves them from using a disposable cup (and also saves me 10 cents).

After I pay and leave, I look down and realize that my 16-ounce mug is filled to the brim with liquid. Which means that my tall (12-ounce) latte, which is supposed to be composed of 1 shot of espresso + milk + foam, has become 16 ounces composed of 1 shot of espresso + milk. In other words, a mug full of warm milk that looked at a coffee bean and ran away.

Thanks, barista.

Yes, this is immature and hyperbolic whining. It's for the sake of catharsis rather than me expecting any sympathy.

Last night when I was going to bed, ratzeo had just bid me goodnight and was about to leave the room when we heard yelling outside our window. ratzeo took a look outside, said that it sounded like a cat had gotten out, and left to see if he could help.

Soon after he did so, there was a *WHUMP* and much scrabbling as the cat in question hurled herself at our window and started scaling our screen. (Let me tell you, I'm glad we knew that the situation involved a cat, because if I just heard yelling and then something slammed into my window in the dark, I would have shat a brick.) I think I yelled something inane like, "I found her!" and went to grab my glasses, but before I could do so, all of the cat's jumping and clawing caused our screen to pop out, and she hurtled through the open window into our bedroom.

Lost Cat went shooting into the living room, I grabbed my glasses, and then she came shooting back with a Kershach chasing her. >_<

(I think, though, that Kershach wasn't trying to attack her, but was just terribly excited at all the fuss and the strange cat. When she ran into the bathroom and hid, he stayed outside, pacing and looking around eagerly, with his tail up and ears forward. He was probably just confused as to why she was so freaked out.)

Lost Cat hid in the bathroom, doing the scared-cat-yowl, and ratzeo went in to get her. He coaxed her out and she let herself be picked up, so he took her to the balcony, which has access to the street and where one of her owners came to meet us. Of course, the moment she was taken outside, Lost Cat flipped the fuck out and started clawing ratzeo, trying to get away. He managed to give her to the owner, but she was still freaked and went the opposite route, digging her claws in and refusing to let go. The other owner arrived and was eventually able to get Lost Cat to remove her blades from human flesh, leaving only two of the four humans bloodied - in pain, but not seriously injured.

It turns out that the cat was from an apartment on the floor above us, and somehow knocked out their window screen and fell to our balcony. It seemed like she was an indoor-only cat who was severely freaked out to be outside (not to mention having fallen out a window), and was also quite small, so could have been young as well. This would explain why she was so unhinged. I wish we'd thought to wrap her in a towel when ratzeo picked her up, but she was relatively calm while she was in the apartment, probably because it was indoors.

ratzeo is fine, though I went D: D: D: a lot at his wounds. He'll have some impressive battle scars for a few days, but nothing deep. Kershach is also fine, though he remained very alert to strange noises for awhile - he was totally chill, though, and flopped around a lot begging for pets. I'm not sure if the excitement made him happy, or if he wanted reassurance that we weren't getting a replacement cat or something. :P In any case, he got lots of pets and some treats, and was a happy purring lump for the rest of the night.

My exciting life. o_o

My boyfriend is Kitty Pryde!

It makes sense to me, whut.

work is making my brain leak out my ears PLEASE SEND HELP

I just gave out my business card for the first time. I feel stupidly pleased with myself. Now I can pretend I'm a real grown-up and everything!

Man, I don't know what's wrong with me. All this week I haven't been able to do anything but sit around on my ass when I get home from work. Not because I lack motivation or desire to do anything else (thank goodness it's not that problem right now), but because I'm plain exhausted. I've been getting to sleep early, making sure I eat well and take my vitamins, so I don't know what's going on. I'm going to hope it's just hormones acting up more than usual.

Today I went to the first of a 2-day anti-racist workshop my department is trying to send all of our staff to. I got some gems out of it, which I'll hopefully have the energy to write about later.

Tomorrow is Friday, the second day of the workshop, and also my date with Batman. Hopefully those things in combination will give me an energy boost.

Saturday morning I have an appointment to see an apartment. The first two didn't work out - third time's the charm? Wish me luck!

So, I tried out my coffee maker tonight. I'm not enough of a coffee expert to know if all the rave reviews are accurate, but the coffee was pretty good. You start by pressing a super-strong amount of coffee, and then top it off with water. I think I put in too much water, because when I sampled the essence-o'-coffee it was good, but the final cup was weak-tasting.

Anyway. I had the coffee after 9:00 p.m., which I realize is somewhat close to my bedtime. However, I also know that a cup of coffee doesn't have a huge effect on my system (unlike espresso, a fact of which I have very recently reminded myself, and with which I provided ratzeo much amusement). I figured that one cup would be okay.

Except -

I knew, at the time, that this particular coffee maker uses quite a bit of coffee - about twice the grounds other coffee makers use, in fact. For some reason, I didn't make the connection that this would result in me getting about two cups' worth of caffeine.

... Whoops.

*vibrates*

Ex-coworker J (who now works in another department in the same building) came by to show me her new haircut, and it's really cute.

It reminds me that I have long toyed with the idea of getting a new haircut.

The problem is, see, I'm horribly lazy when it comes to my hair. I don't like bothering with special shampoo or styling product. The only thing I do before I leave for work is brush it out and, occasionally, put it up with pins or clips. But maintaining a snazzy haircut usually requires spending more than thirty seconds on it in the morning.

So. Dilemma.

Yeah, my life is hard. ;) I'm trying to keep things lighthearted.

So, I haven't seen kyonkun for a few days now, because I was at ratzeo's all weekend and she left on her Great Canadian Adventure.

But that certainly doesn't mean she isn't still communicating with me. Because, see, I came home today and opened the door to my room ... and on my bed, there was a cube. With the face of a cow.

No, I don't know.

I tried to figure it out. I read the tag, looking for an answer - it said, "RAGDOLL OF A CUBIC COW." Which, okay, I guess that qualifies as an answer, though - if one considers an "answer" to be something that provides enlightnment - not an adequate one.

The rest of the tag said things like shikaku animaru ("square animal") and was equally helpful.

It's just ... a cow. Shaped like a cube.

When I tell people that I still live with my sister, sometimes they ask why. And sometimes I want to tell them, I DON'T KNOW.

XD

Go figure - this morning I'm brimming with ideas for Warmakers fic, but my flash drive isn't in my bag. I must have left it at home.

Ah, well. I guess I'll rely on the old standby of writing a draft in Gmail.

My life, so hard. ;)