Came in the back door just now to hear suspiciously loud traffic-sounds from the lobby as I passed, and discovered that our resident rocket scientists had propped the front door open with a sack of phonebooks. What part of "January" do these people not get?


The reason I was coming in just now, instead of being cozily ensconced at [livejournal.com profile] cassielsander's Bad Movie Party, is that the Girlybits chose this morning to go after the Lower Spine with a broken-off bottle, and while I was grumping about bemoaning my fate, my Evil Genius of a cat took advantage of my obvious distraction to nip in and defile my bed. So instead of going back to bed for another hour or two like a sensible person would have and then heading to the party, I've spent the evening at the laundromat with the big washers. Apologies to anyone who may have been expecting my scintillating snark wit to soften the blow of Cass's film choices, but I'll have to catch up with Twelve Ones at some other occasion when the Girlybits aren't doing their "I CUT JOO HOOR!!!" routine...
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