*bzzzzzzzzz*

i've been awake for...40 hours straight. my arms are trembling uncontrollably. but i don't look tired, which is really weird. i just can't sleep. the sleep function is broken. in disrepair. buggy.

i don't know why it's taking those idiots so long to check my references, which are impeccable. i don't know if i can stand working in a town where this sort of unprofessional behavior (i had to tell them how to reach my references, down to explaining to them how to get out of voicemail and reach the admin!) is apparently acceptable. parisians work harder than this, man.

my cat, lucy, keeps growing. she'll be two this month. i thought they stopped growing before now, but she's still going. you can actually watch it happen. she'll elongate, the fill out, then get longer. her tail is crazy long. there's just so much to her. it amazes me how small she can make herself, still. she is one long, tall, fluffy cat.

my other cat, oscar (pronounced oh-scar, which is how it's spelled in his file at the vet's, which tickles me), is going to be 18 this year. he continues to be the purr meister, king of silky-soft furness. i coddle him. i spoil him. i've known him longer than i've known any of my friends. ...that's really very pathetic. but, he's awesome. war wounds, man. he has war wounds.

i talk about cats because i'm unemployed, suffering from insomnia, and i don't know how to knit. if i could knit, you'd all have lovely long scarves by now.

go sleep for me, my little メロンパンs. sleep, and enjoy it. luxuriate.

チュ！