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*kicks things* Some asshole at work stole cigarettes (Newports and they branched out to Kools as well) and apparently the card I use to buy Mums gifts decided to slash my limit to such a degree that the new limit is offensively low. Like I will pay it off and tell them to go fuck themselves. Possibly actually say go fuck yourselves because good lord.

The cat has decided to live downstairs and with this decision she seems to have given up the use of her litterbox so now I have to figure out where she's made her makeshift facilities. I carried her little princess butt upstairs when I got home from work and she flipped out, but I did the same thing yesterday and then kept her with me while I slept during the day. I figure that'll have to be our compromise until she figures out that just because my bedroom door is closed that doesn't mean the bathroom door is. She's not stupid, she's just being a pain.

Speaking of pain, Tuesday night my first work chore was so swap prices on the soda section of the cooler. My fingertips have mostly healed as of this morning but my middle finger's knuckle still looks super gross. I do not have tiny, thin fingers and trying to maneuver around the really tight plastic strips was basically a race against time til I started to bleed out. They've gotta find a better way to do that because holy fuck that hurt.

My Target hairdorables showed up and I've got *consults list*:
Bella Bows
Roller Rayne
Super Neila
Star Struck Neila
Brilliant Brit
Whimsical Willow
Kat Walk
Sk8r Noah

Still no sign of the Walmart order but they did originally, way back when, say August 22, right? So I'm not poking the bear again until then even if they didn't say that when I ordered.


I'm in a funk and I don't know how to knock myself out of it. But breakfast (or dinner if you prefer) might do the trick.