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Right, whoever is playing silly buggers with me had better stop because this is silly.

I feel pretty rough, right? Right. I've worked a long hard shift. I have a virus. But I have pets and such to look after, so after a quick chat with

rockfic I do the rounds (feed and water cats, dog, ferrets, feed fish) I crash out for a bit. I've let Axl out for his business after his dinner.

This is, oh, eightish?

Now, I decide to leave the door to Axl's crate open. Not fair to pen him up after I've worked all day.

I wake up at eleven. I go downstairs. Axl has not only been on the sofa, he has shit on it. And pissed on it.

I'm too tired to do anything but clear up. I've grabbed something to eat, I'm going to take my meds and crash. I need to shower but I'm too tired. I can't find my mobile. I'm tired and I don't feel well and if I start crying I get the horrible feeling I won't be able to stop.

I--

Damn it.

Current Mood: melancholy

Shattered. Just...shattered.

Spent all day moving (almost) the last of the crap into the container - and boy, do we have a lot of crap. The dog has been a bloody nuisance, and has reacted to all the upheaval by crapping on his bed. Twice.

Oh, and we now have only one sofa. The other one wouldn't go out the back door, so we chopped it up and took it to the tip.

Tomorrow's plan?

Move freezer, remaining sofa, dog's kennel and my computer... so fuck knows how long I'll be offline for. Oh well.