We thought it was a goner

[cyrano]

So I felt sorry for the FLV, being left alone in the house during the day and then shut alone in the house at night. And thus I put all my hair ties into a box, because I know the little bastard has a fetish, and left my door open last night. No good deed goes unpunished. Every single thing in my room was thrown onto the floor, the lid to the box was dragged into the water dish and the hair bands scattered throughout the house. (I still haven't found the one I was wearing yesterday.) And when I woke up he realized he'd forgotten some of the books on top of the seven foot bookshelf. Which was when I grabbed him by the scruff and hurled him, closing the door behind. I don't feel very sorry for him right now.

The game yesterday went pretty well, but I have a lot of writing I want to do before the next session. Character bio and history, and a journal, that sort of thing. Which wouldn't be so bad but I've been slacking on the NERO stuff I'm working on for this weekend.

I may try to run Alchema again on Wednesday if I can inspire some interest in myself and the players.

Updated, from the rant on TooMUSH this morning:

You say "Jesus God. It's seven-thirty and between the airplanes flying
  overhead, the landscapers' machinery, the traffic jam caused by parents
  dropping their kids at school and aforementioned kids screaming at the top
  of their lungs, I'm having trouble keeping my stereo loud enough to hear it."
You say "Oh, and the streetcleaner."
You say "Quiet little suburb my ass."

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I wouldn't feel sorry for him either...

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My male cat was a spaz when he was young. He loved to knock things over. I used to say he wanted to see if gravity still worked, but then, he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

Hopefully Toast will grow out of it.