Growwwwwl.

I really don't have any particular thing to say this morning except that I'm feeling crabby, as my unkymood shows. I think it's sad that my cat can have such a radical effect on my mood, but after waking me up too early, she's very smelly, her litter box is "broken" (I have one of those "automated" rake-things) and she won't eat the food I gave her and is whining at me about it. With Andrew gone, she's the only "contact" I get unless I go somewhere, so imagine if the other person you lived with woke up this morning giving you MAJOR attitude. It's really cute when cats are annoying in those cat comic strips like, say, Get Fuzzy. But it's totally different when she's your housemate.

Piffle.

I hope my kick-ass workout will help. It's at 11:00, and my instructor is this really wild and energetic flight-attendant chick. Normally, I leave the class really well exercised and feeling much better. The universe better hope I do that today, or else I can't be sure of the consequences of my crankiness.