A bit rough, mostly odd.

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I didn't get to bet until about midnight last night.  Which was a little later than I had hoped, but within tolerances.  I set the alarm for 8:00 and slept quite well.  I woke to Sassy making swallowing noises near my ear, meaning she wanted fed.  She hasn't done that kind of stupid in a long time.  Anyway, I pushed her away, nicely mind you.  Instead of going away, immediately, she dug her claws in.  I have no idea what was up with her, but I tracked her down, put her outside, and told her to get her own breakfast.  I was mad, too.  I went pretty light on her, but I was mad as could be.  Further, I have decided to feed them once per day, from now on.  About, for me, midday.  Oh, they will still have hard food available to them, as they want.  Just no more breakfasts of wet food.  I'm going to catch hell for it.  But Sassy is, somehow, getting too fat again.  If need be, I might even have to trim the hard food allowances.  Brat!  Still hot.

The thing is, she woke me very early.  I didn't realize the time until I calmed down a bit.  It must have been around 5:00 to 5:30 when she started the, if short, war of the fur coat, forcing me to initiate operation boot the pussy.  Never mind.  But, after the tactical operations and live fire exchanges, I couldn't get back to sleep.  *tickle, light push* ~ *ssccrratch*  I'M AWAKE!  Funny thing is, usually she really struggles to not be put out.  This time she didn't fuss, or try to run back in.  Maybe she could sense just how angry I was?  Nah.  I think, this time, she knew what she did was wrong.  Oh, and she didn't disappear this time.  An hour or two later, she was still waiting to be let back in.

Now, I was almost immediately exhausted, but even so, couldn't just fall back to sleep.  I had to wait until between 9:30 and 10:00, maybe, to finally be able to sleep a bit again.  I just woke, at about noon.  Worse, the internet died for most of that time.  There I was, barely awake, unable to sleep, tending fresh wounds, with nothing to help keep me going.  Yes, I am spoiled.  If it weren't for the internet and coffee, I would probably sleep way more than I do.  Some think that would be a good thing.  For those who want me dead, I agree.  Sleep is a killer for me, in several ways.

Never mind.  I am, again, awake.  I'll begin actually waking and figuring out my day.  Later.