Greetings and salutations, to the majority of the world. The sun is shining, the skies are clear, and the cats are doing cat things.  Pippin has spent 17 solid minutes screaming from her place on a kitchen chair.  It has now been 82 days since anyone has seen Princess Catherine. 

I was crafty yesterday.  Not much, mind you.  I cut enough fabric for three pairs of pants, pinning up the sides of one.  When you consider one of the fabrics was satin and its increased frustration level, that’s easily the effort of several extra panels.  I fucking hate satin.  It’s not a custom order, so I could toss it in the trash if I wanted.  And there’s a very good chance I might, if it pisses me off enough.

By the time I had enough fun with fabric, it was time for me and the cats.  I made some chicken nuggets for dinner, then played Skyrim. 

We’re not doing anything today.  I’m probably going to dye my hair.