Meh

[woodface]

Feeling very 'meh' this morning. Not physically, just 'meh'. Meh.

Misty spent the night in my room. She slept on the bed while I was behind the computer and then felt a need to crawl really close to my legs when I crawled in bed myself. She got up at some point when I got up and I thought she was going to stay outside, but I woke up randomly a while later and she was once more curled up against my legs. It's kind of nice in 'uh, I don't have room for my legs' sort of way.

Got another rejection letter this morning. Not a huge surprise as the application was a long shot. I don't know if I prefer getting a rejection or simply not hearing from them again. This one was from so long ago, I'd already forgotten I had sent it.

So yeah, still meh. I might curl up with a book or something.

Comments

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Dude. Cats like your legs, because they radiate heat. Or something like that. Plus, they're kind of cute, all curled up.

I suggest burning the letter. Sadly, I've never had a chance to burn mine.

*snuggles*

[woodface]

I can't burn them, I need to keep everything I send and receive in order to prove that I am really looking for a job.

*cuddles*

[anomilygrace.livejournal.com]

Cats have it made really. Food, shelter, warm people to curl up against, pets on demand. When I got up this morning, I went into the bathroom to shower - I came out to find Isabel snugged up where I had been sleeping in the bed. She looked completely self-satisfied and happy while I was cold and dripping wet.

So. I want to be a cat. Come be a cat with me and we won't have to worry about jobs!

*cuddles*

[woodface]

I think my lifegoal is to be a cat, really. I just need to figure out how to be a cat and be able to use the computer.

*snuggles*

[anomilygrace.livejournal.com]

You could be a Very. Smart. Cat. With opposable thumbs. :D

[woodface]

You know, maybe I am already a cat.