monday

i think i slept well last night. this morning, i realized that my pillow is really bad for my neck and i swapped it for a peaceful last hour or so. mr smear started the day badly, but then fixed it with a snuggle and i really, really didn't feel like getting up and going to work.

turns out he was starting something, and he only finally woke up around noon - when i got home he'd been passed out on the couch for a while, and i still put to bed at his regular time. something about him seemed more mature when he woke up, even if he was strangely obsessed with the fans...

my work day was full of menial tasks, and code that wasn't performing as advertised.

i've spent a good chunk of this evening working on my book, which i'm very happy with so far. it just struck me that i haven't really worked on my mom's project since sailor tried to discourage me a week or two ago. the thought of his manipulation still upsets me, even though i know it wasn't malicious.

i think it's time to hit the sack.