...which is the only reason why I haven't killed her.
When Aoki's out of food, she lets her humans know about it--usually by meowing a lot and knocking things over. This can be irksome at 7.30am when you didn't fall asleep until 4am, even more so when there's plenty of food in the bowl. But it's Friskies wet food--which we got as a treat--instead of the usual Purina E/N dry food that they eat 95% of the time. We were out of E/N--the plan was to get more this afternoon--but that was what Aoki wanted.
At 10, after being awakened three fucking times and having half my room knocked over, I threw some clothes on, went to the vet, and bought more E/N. Then, at last, I could sleep.
Which I did until 1.45, missing fighting class. Sigh.
So, in prep for going to my parents', I put the jump drive in so I can reformat it and use it when I go over there with Opportunity.
And guess what?
Now, after I've reconstructed all of Friday's work, now it's working just fine. Like nothing was ever wrong with it.
And I said, "Shrink -- I wanna kill....."
Murphy's Law continues to defecate in my trousers, it seems. Sigh.
The Young Men's Christian Association was founded by George Williams in London (1844)
WEATHER PROGNOSTICATIONS #1
From The Every-Day Book, 1825-26 by William Hone
Before storms kine and also sheep assemble at one corner of the field, and are observed to turn all their heads toward the quarter from whence the wind doth not blow.
The appearance of sea gulls, petrels, or other sea fowl in the inlands, indicates stormy weather.
In fine weather the bat is observed to continue flying about very late of an evening.
When the raven is observed early in the morning at a great height in the air, soaring round and round, and uttering a hoarse croaking sound, we may be sure the day will be fine, and may conclude the weather is about to clear and become fair.
The loud and clamorous quackling of ducks, geese, and other water-fowl, is a sign of rain.
Before rain swine appear very uneasy, and rub in the dust, as do cocks and hens.
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.
Virginia Woolf (1882-1941)