The Wrong Day

[rejectomorph]

Having several cats creep toward me at once reminds me a bit of Night of the Living Dead.

All day long I've thought it was Saturday. I have no idea what threw me off, but I was mentally prepared to go shopping tomorrow. Now that I've figured out that it's Friday I have an empty day ahead of me and just don't know what to do with it.

At least the weekend heat has been canceled, so maybe I can do something outdoors. I'm not sure what, though, as the lawns are mowed, the rose bushes are pruned, and everything is watered. I suppose I'll just sit around and watch zombie-like cats creep toward me. The joke will be on them, though. They've already eaten my brains. Maybe that's why I thought today was Saturday.

Now for dinner, made terribly late by a four-hour unintentional evening nap.

Comments

[lirianna.livejournal.com]

LOL

For some reason when I read your last sentence, all I could think about was you *eating* like canned cat or something.... and then all I could think of was how cannibalistic it would be... and you aren't even a cat! Obviously I am brain-fried!

LOL ; )

[rejectomorph]

But this is the Internet, and I am invisible. How can you be sure I'm not a cat?

I ate macaroni and cheese, though.