So, anyway, woke up this morning at 4:00, because my cat had knocked over a wooden picture of Mickey Mouse and it thudded onto my bed. So of course I got angry at her, because I'd noticed that she was playing with something. Gah. I watched her for a while with bleary eyes, until I saw that the thing she was playing with was moving by itself. I got up to investigate, and realised that it WAS A FCUKING MOUSE. A little, brown thing with a long tail which stuck out from underneath the fold-out bed which I hadn't packed away from the weekend. So, because I'm brave and tough, I ran into my mum's room and slept in there, to let Capeeka 'deal' with the mouse.
I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE IT'S GONE.
Your probably thinking, 'oh, the cat ate it'. No. Cat's don't eat skeletons. Or the tails of mice. I can't find it anywhere. I'm panicking somewhat, expecting it to fly out from somewhere. Getting dressed this morning was a nightmare. I've calmed down a bit now, so I'm able to sit here, but I trod on a sock before and almost died.
On another note, I've lost my blue-tongued lizard, Gaara. He managed to escape from his tank, and now I have no clue where he is. I'm not faring too well today.
Oh, and to top it off, I'm in love with Twilight. Damn it. I promised myself that I was not going to go down that track, but I did. I was forced into it by ~
gdurney. Bitch.