Pantèclair

 Time: 10am

Hours left: 23

23 minutes is not a long time. I have my lovely strongbad alarm clock set to go off 7 minutes before the half-hour happens, and it also naturally goes off at the half hour. So I have that little bit of time to write. It worked well last time, so I’m hoping it will again this time.

I’m trying to read, and maybe even note, as many blogathon entries as I possibly can. Which is taking up all my time. But then when I really need all those words to keep me occupied, people will start writing 5-word entries. Ah well.

I got the dishes done, that’s something. Our kitchen bench is now stained yellow, due to the curry paste that was in our soup last night. I guess it splashed at some point and then didn’t get cleaned up. Ah well, it will go away eventually. That curry paste jar is a bit of a bitch though, yesterday morning I found it had …. not quite exploded, but the jar and the fridge-ground surrounding it was covered in a tumeric-coloured liquid. That would’ve been fine, but I discovered this only a minute after realising we have ANTS in the kitchen. Big ones. I destroyed about… 10 yesterday. Only one would appear at a time, and it would appear in the middle of an area where they can’t have just appeared. They are teleporting ants. Be scared. I know I am. Which is why I destroy them, not just kill them. Can’t have any zombie ants. I do the same to spiders in the house, but I actually fear spiders.

When the kitties were here last week, one day a moth was in this room. Watching them hunt the moth amused me absolutely, because… that’s how I hunt bugs. I am part-kitty, most definitely. And it is never more evident than when I spot something trying to coexist in my home. Bugs are not allowed here. Cute or harmless ones get taken outside, bad ones get squished.

Time to post already? Hmm. Better clean up my desk area, I’ll be here for a while… And please, don’t be disturbed by my title. I wish I could tell you what it means, but I found it buried in a private entry that was just the title from… last year some time. So I don’t even know the reason for it. I’m sure it wasn’t a dirty reason. I’m not dirty.
 

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