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Bless the little dear, but she can be  such  a pain. See, Parker and I live down in the basement, and, not unwillingly, take care of my family's cats who pretty much reside down here too. There's Marcel, who is basically super cat/my feline boyfriend; he's an orange cat (aka "marmalade" mmm), who's affectionate but not insistent--loving without the pushiness some cats possess. There is also Cali, a gorgeous little calico; she's the "Little Girl" of the house and the princess in residence. Marcel, of course, is perfect and only brings us joy and amusement. Cali, on the other hand, can be a raging bitch. Of course, she's on the counter. Goddamnit. Cali has had, and will likely continue to have, problems with hairballs. That was the start of this trouble. Puking. Lots of puking. We dubbed her "The Puke-Monster" and would say she was "full of puke". She's had these hairball issues for a long while, years off ...

Ugh. Two days without my ADHD med and I'm flipping balls, man. Like, as usual, that first day was full of sleep. I literally slept all day. But by about the second day (today), that part of the withdrawal has waned and what I'm left with is a brain on crack. Ironic, since it's just lacking its speed. Point is I want to do things. Not a lot of things or anything terribly important, I suppose. But like, I wanna write this serious-ish blog that I've had kinda in mind since Saturday, or like workout, or stuff like that. But my brain just  won't . It's like. Oo, that's a song! Oo, my hat fits funny--off with hat!! Oo, kitty! Oo, there are tabs in my webbrowser! Oo, WTF, my slipper's on the wrong foot--or is it?! Let's find out! Oo, I miss my hat--put it back on, backwardsways! Sigh. Thankfully I'll have my meds again by the time I start work. So I'll be mostly normal again. Still. Goddamnit. Goddamned ADHD.