Kim Possible is my roommate. [When everyone starts talking like they're from the Middle Ages, it's time to stop writing.]

It just...happened, really. Becca was walking around the living room in a tight little shirt and baggy tan pants, with a giant phone pressed to her ear...totally Kim Possible. I said it, and the shirt went halfway up, and suddenly it was hair-tossing and, "Wade, what's the sitch?"

I'm fairly certain that Kim Possible doesn't have any tattoos on her back, but...well, close enough, all things considered.

And now she's walking around upstairs singing, "Call me, beep me, if you wanna reach me..."

Amazing.

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Last night was the first adventure of getting Cupid to take her new medicine. I thought it would be a two-person job, but I was wrong. It turned out to be more of a five-person job. My cat is like a teenager; she loves attention and all she does all day is sit around and eat, but as soon as you make her try to do something, WHAM. Demon spawn. And then she locks herself in my room and listens to Linkin Park for hours on end.

I have to give her the medicine twice a day, is the thing. (Becca and Caitlin both had to hold her down this morning, and even then more medicine got on Becca's shirt than into the cat's mouth.) And there are two different types of medicine that are used each time, which I draw into syringes and then squirt into her mouth. Yeah, she, ah...doesn't like that. At all. Worst thing is, the medicine itself isn't going to last as long as it's supposed to (one has to be taken for two weeks, the other for three) so I'll have to refill in about a week, and the antibiotics aren't cheap. My parents are helping me, yes, but I have to pay them back. I already owe them about $265, as it is. (Not all vet bills, though; it's also cell phone, and they helped me pay off my speeding ticket.) Money is going to be tight for a while, until I pay them back. Joy.

Ah, well. I didn't like being able to go out that much, anyway. And putting gas in my car is totally lame. And that whole, like...eating thing? Psht.

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I do most of my writing very late at night, usually when everyone else is asleep (or at work, in one case). I'm quite accustomed to staying up until sunrise and then sleeping during the day, but sometimes my body says, "no, f*ck you," and tries to get me to go to bed early, around three or four AM. I hate it when they happens, especially if I'm on a kick with my writing.

That happened the other night. I didn't even realize that the sleep was getting to me as I wrote, until I went back and re-read, and figured out...hey, my characters are talking in Old English. The story takes place in 2009, they're musicians in rock bands, and they're slinging "verily" and "thou" around in every other sentence.

...I'm really tempted to not change any of it, and post it as is.

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