Ugh.

Having to fight government red tape drains the fucking life force out of me.

Went to the vet with the Diva tonight. At just over nine years, she's doing great, according to the vet. Normally, she would have tartar by now, but she hardly has any.

After that, I felt kind of weird, didn't feeling like being alone at home, so I headed back to the office.

Played some kick arse foosball. And then, the arses were kicked again.

Some people never fail to make me blush by telling me that I'm cute.

Went and faced something that had left me gut-wrenched not that long ago, and pulled out very well.

I might be repeating myself, but I feel extremely lucky.

Oops...

Maybe I didn't pull out so well after all. I can't seem to sleep. But yet, I'm so tired. I want to cuddle up with someone. And it's not you. It's either that lady, or the other one, and they're both more or less unavailable. *growls*