Fuck, that hurt.
Ow. Gods. Ow.
Break out the scissors, Batman, it's going to be a regular party.
Then there was a text message. I know I already knew this, but I have such fucking brilliant friends. And yes, dj_pooka, yes, you shall.
Then there was a call from purplerabbits; delayed by ridiculous amounts of time, they've missed the last train into London, so she won't be here tonight. Sigh. Ah well.
No, wait - then there was another call saying actually there is a train and she'll be here absurdly late but I don't mind a bit, as long as she gets here safe. ~nods~ So, good.
Then there was this : I think the appropriate words are probably unprintable.
Mmmmiaow. 'nother one. Miaow.
MEEP! Ye gods, there's another one. I am now officially *dead*. Dead. ~nods~
Thank you, and goodnight. Not a very happy kitten, but at least one who's done a little successful stalking.
Later : Oh, but, emarkienna-mail! ~bounces~