Divisions and Precisions

Zzzz...

The cats are trying to a) kill me, b) drive me crazy, or c) just keep me up all night. I went to bed over two hours ago, but thanks to cats skittering all over the house, cats sprawling on me lovingly and raising my body temperature by thirty degrees, cats crawling under the covers with me to attack and slash at the buttons on my nightgown and therefore my chest, I'm still awake.

Did I mention I was going jobhunting tomorrow, starting with a temp agency interview at 9:30? I love my cats, but I'm going to kill them.

(Okay, so maybe the coffee ice cream at 10:30 wasn't such a good idea either.)