quit your meow meow meow

Okay so it is 6:03 a.m., I just checked, and there's a Toronto Cat Rescue driver coming to pick up Tildabeast for her little operation at 7:30a.m.

...

so?

I tried to go to sleep at 8 p.m. at dinner, no one would let me and I still haven't managed any shut-eye yet.


I feel like closing my eyes right now might spell disaster. I might not wake up for 12 hours or maybe three days whichever comes first.


It's fully light out.
So bright and so early and shiny.

I've had a sort of thick contented feeling in my chest all evening that doesn't always make sense.
I love my life, I'm tired.