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Just a thought... have been going through theferrett's page, adding people, and stuff. When a really unrelated thought occured to me.

When I mention ninjai.com does anyone know what I mean?

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Oh dear... it's beginning.

That doleful, melancholic feeling of ennui. Slowly drifting through my work day, lazily pondering the whys of it all and the meaninglessness of effort. This can only mean one thing.

I need more sleep.

Really, it's that simple. When I short-shrift myself on sleep I begin to feel very, well, melancholic really is the best word. There ceases to be a clearly defined point to anything, and a sense of 'we're all doomed!' Now, these aren't nearly as strongly felt when I'm well rested. When I've had plenty of sleep (or at least, enough) to function well I can chase away the 'oh why bother?' mood and provide self encouragement. Basically, if I don't get more sleep by the time Saturday/Sunday rolls around, I'll be a basketcase and probably end up weeping in the Beau's arms. Of course, that's always fun.

I am getting frustrated by the job search though. I've submitted goodness knows how many resumes to companies in the Lansing are and have gotten nada in response. There's probably some point that I'm missing, some key phrase I'm leaving out of my cover letters. However, it just doesn't seem very professional to write "HIRE ME!! I can do this job in my sleep!! I want to move in with my boyfriend!" Hmm, maybe I'm wrong.

Oh and CAT STORY! It occurred to me this morning, at about 4 am when I returned from my mid-night bathroom break and crawled back into bed with the Sasha-monster, that fear is purely situational. For example, most people sleeping alone would panic if they suddenly felt something warm press up against their knee for a moment and then withdraw. People who sleep with pets probably don't have that reaction. I didn't last night when it happened, I just figured Sasha was stretching and then she went back to sleep.

So back to the cat, last night I got home from Haslett relatively late, and Sasha was rather irked with me. So we had a lovely conversation as I prepared for bed. Even though she doesn't know many 'words' per se, she has a great faculty for tone changes and elongating sounds. Oh, and she hates to be told she has to wait, her tone gets more and more irritated. When I went back to my room Magnus had appeared from wherever he was hiding. The boy was calmly waiting for me to get around to feeding Sasha so he could have his 'fair' share. Yeah, he keeps forgetting this whole 'Anne now sleeps with her door shut' thing. Sasha keeps getting upset with the 'I'm feeding Magnus, THEN I'll feed you.' As it was explained to me last night- my priorities are not in order.

At least she hasn't thrown herself away lately.

And how are you? (oh, and what's with LJ's spell check not understanding apostrophes?)

Oh, I forgot

I forgot to mention...

So Monday night the Beau informs me that he has a housewarming present for me. And he won't tell me what it is... *grrs* I had to wait two whole days to find out what my prezzie was! That wasn't nice. The prezzie was though.

Beau got me a Playstation 2!!!!

*shrieks and dances around - at least in her mind as really doing so would scare co-workers*

He loves me, he really does. Which is convenient since I'm madly, sappily, disgustingly in love with him. Good thing we plan to live together and save all others from the sappiness.