Starvin' cats in the cradle

I'm a bad kitty mommy. I fed the furry monsters at about eight this morning because that's when they woke me up, and then I stumbled around the house sleepily until Donn came to clean up. I forgot to feed them the second time, and also I left the crockpot on high when I left rather than remembering to turn it down to low. Anyway, twelve hours later neither the house nor the crock pot nor the kitties have suffered any permanent damage. Patches have been sewn on and bed is bedlike.

September's coming soon; I'm pining for the moon

I was feeling really horrid today, and for no particular reason. I was crying spontaneously and feeling a general malaise, and was tempted to call in sick to work 'because'. But I didn't, and after about half an hour at work I discovered that there in fact was a particular reason, and that it had been a proto-migraine. I got sent home early and hid in bed until it went away. Luckily, I was able to leave while I was still safe to drive.
Still feeling... not all there. Drained, or spent, It feels like... autumn, like I'm winding down and come to the end of my season. It's very philosophical and poetic but it doesn't neccessarily make a lot of sense.
Tried and failed to make some kind of plans to see some living person tonight. Found one of those ads (Punch the Boxer, Swat the Fly, Shoot the Bank Robber, Shock the Monkey, Click the Doohickey and win a free iPod) that was 'Kiss Johnny Depp and win a free iPod'.
I want a searchable database with my song lyrics in it. That way when I want to talk about my headache on LJ and need a lyric, I can scan for 'head' and find what I've got. Because I'm a giant freak.