My OTW wanted me to tell you
"This news just in from Dreamland.....
Calculon will, apparantly, eat my brain.
No, not Calculon, the robot soap opera star from Futurama. Calculon the claw-fingered, grey-skinned, B-grade horror movie freakshow that I will be getting as the free prize in my leather-bound, hand-written historical journal that I will be picking up in the discount socks-and-underwear bin at my local bargain department store."
She just wanted you to know, in case having her brain eaten prevented her from helping me blog. I say, so long as she can still feed me, and pet me and for the love of my nose, change those skanky litterboxes already, it's fine, she can have her brain eaten.
In other news, I think I have an eye infection. It's all watery and I keep getting green gunk in it, and I'm not very hungry or playful, and I don't even want my Temptations before bed. My OTW says vet tomorrow or the day after (whenever the Big One can arrange it) if it doesn't start getting better today. I don't even care. About the vet that is.
I just want to apologise to anyone whose blog I haven't gotten to yet, to wish them Happy New Year, I've been feeling kinda sick for days now, and we've had both human and kitty guests for days. So Happy New Year to anyone I've missed, and I'm sorry and I'll get to your blog soon, I promise!