story. of. my. life. at least this week. though, i really shouldn’t complain. life is pretty good. and if i get through this week, i can relax this weekend. my goal, in case you’re wondering… work more during the week, less during the weekends. seems reasonable, no? i’m under strict orders from ch. thanks, girl.

except for one small problem: i think charlie might try to make his great escape if i don’t start paying attention to him soon. it’s sort of hard to focus when he sits on the barstool next to me and watches me type. weird kitten, huh? he thinks he’s a dog some days. he thinks he’s a human some days.

right now he thinks i’m a jerk. so, i’m going to take 15 minutes and play laser tag so we can return to the happy home we once had, complete with kitten kisses and oodles of cuddling.