We actually had fun tonight, but I have to admit the claws/teeth hurt a little.
I'm on my way to bed. Long day. I have absolutely NO energy and should've just accepted this and gone to sleep at 9. No, no - must get things done! Which means I just stared at what I should've done for a long, long time.
My house is a mess for the first time since I moved in. It's mostly shoes and clothes I've taken off upon walking in the door - did you know it's, like, 90 degrees here now? But anyway, it's still a mess. And I'm leaving it that way tonight. I didn't even do my dinner dishes! Muahaha!
Mr. Anole died. Not a huge surprise - he looked awful. Half of him had turned color, even. I realized this weekend maybe force-feeding wasn't the best thing for him; it'd be one thing had he swallowed it, but he'd let everything just sit there in his throat. Eventually it would go down, but it wasn't like he WANTED to eat, you know? So yesterday I gave him food at lunchtime - peach baby food with worms in it - and made sure it was in reach and in view of his good eye and it doesn't appear he ever touched it. He looked half-dead by the time I got home today, so I put him in a little box so he could have a peaceful place to pass. And he did. Then I buried him in the backyard with Fluffy trying to play with the shovel.
I have a terrible schedule. Setting your own routine is bad when you're 1) a night owl and 2) have a day job. I'm so, so, so tired. I need to set an alarm for 11 p.m. which will be Time to Wind the House Down. Doors get locked, lights get turned off, and I retire to the bedroom with a book and A Fish Called Wanda on the TV. Asleep before the opening credits with that soothing fishtank scene is over. Yeah, that starts next week.
But, hey, tomorrow is Thursday already! And then it's Friday! And then.... LONG WEEKEND!!!