This is my beastie. He is a good beastie for the most part. A little pukey and bitey sometimes but really, in the grand scheme of things, not so bad. I mean, its not like he is responsible for genocide or race wars or anything. I think that he wishes on a regular basis that he was bigger than me so he could eat me but you can't blame someone(thing) for dreaming! I got to bed early (sorta) last nite and it felt really good. Unfortunately, Haya-ji decided that 33 minutes before I had to be up was a good time come and visit me. I would be ok w/this if he wanted a little cuddle. But what he wanted to do was yell and walk on my head. Not my favorite thing. The problem was very much sparked by something that has been brewing for a couple days tho. I fed him too much the other night so he threw up everywhere so i didn't fead him as much last nite (and wasn't home inbetween) so he wouldn't throw up but it made him hungry earlier than usual. If i had to guess I would say that the ratio is about 3 peices of food for 1 minute of extra sleep. That means that I shorted him 99 pieces! I suppose, in the end, this all adds up to make me the asshole...

I have been thinking a lot (no really!) about reactions and what causes them. Its overwhelming to suppose that every little thing causes...

I hate trying to type bloggies @ werk. Everyones like, "oooh, do you have your warehouse ready yet?" Or, "hey, have you called this contractor back?" PEOPLE! I have a blog to write! Don't you know how long its been since I have posted here! Important things are leaving my head to be replaced by yer trivial phone book drivel. *snort* (in derision) Working @ work...whats next?!

To be continued...