I have the worst pain ever in my neck because I've spent the last two nights sleeping on the couch because this one refuses to go back into her cage once we let her out. She's mad that she was stuck in there all weekend while we were gone (Auntie Cole took care of her) and so she's letting us know. About her anger and rage. Because she's entitled.
It's like living with a furry toddler. I don't trust her at all to be out at night by herself, so I camp out down there and overload my system with Ibuprofen throughout the day.
The view from my "bed":
I got up at 5:00 this morning - despite the cozy and delicious rain falling outside - to clean and organize the house. Where is my house keeping staff? Where is room service? Where is my Krispy Kreme deliciousness and my Cirque du Soleil show?
How did I end up back here, doing homework and grading endless papers?
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