I am not in the best of moods today.
Last night was just one of those nights. It started when the cat did a vanishing act, and after waiting a while and fruitlessly sending the dog out to fetch her I decided enough was enough and she could fucking stay outside for the night, if that was her attitude.
The night itself wasn’t the best. It was one of those nights where both the mind and body were both willing to sleep but sleep just didn’t happen. At one stage at around three I spent a while bollock naked sitting in front of the open doors to the garden. That didn’t make any difference as the temperature outside was much the same as the temperature inside.
Then just as I was drifting off, Herself needed a bit of attention [not that kind of attention so stop sniggering at the back] which just woke me up again.
I don’t know what time it was but I eventually got to sleep and then didn’t wake up until midday which has fucked up my mental view of the day completely. It’s nearly three now but my head tells me it’s still eleven or so.
The cat was rightly pissed off at being locked out but fuck her – it’s her own fucking fault but she’s too thick to realise that.
Now I’m being plagued by flies.
They come sailing in through the open doors and immediately go into orbit around me. They keep landing on my screen and on my arms and they are really pissing me off. I managed to swat a few with my tobacco pouch and left a [nearly] dead one on my keyboard as a warning to the others. Flies are apparently callous little bastards though, as they just ignore their [nearly] dead comrade and carry on pissing me off.
I had better make Herself some breakfast.