Let Sleeping Humans Lie

Why can't the cats figure this out? I got to sleep in a bit today, because I'm going to one of many "hey, you idiot" meetings about my portfolio. I was shooting for 6:30, which doesn't seem unreasonable.

But at 5:58, Hob began his routine of "Are you up yet? Excuse me, you should be up now." This routine involves attacking poor Cleo while she is lying next to me, waking me up, and generally being a pain in the ass. So...yeah, didn't get to sleep in. Pissy is me.

Went to the Ren Faire on Sunday with my parents and had an okay time. It was really windy and, despite being dressed for said wind, I was freezing so we left after just a few hours. We sat through one show of "Pope and Cardinal," but it wasn't nearly as good as I had hoped. Part of this was because the other people in the area wouldn't shut up, but also there was too much audience participation. The Singing Executioners were much better.

Also, I must be getting desperate, because I checked out the MythicalJourneys and was actually considering it as something to do with myself. But I couldn't do it alone, and there's really no one that lives around here that would do it with me. The goddesses and I would've probably managed quite well, but that's about it.

So I'm definitely slipping into the Dark Side. I guess it started on Saturday, but the happiness just is not with me lately. I am hoping this is all purely hormonal and I'll be fine by the end of the week. As it is, I'm going to miss BNL this time around because no one can go with me to the concert. And the one thing I probably shouldn't do is go to the casino solo.