Diary of a crabby lady

Once upon a time I sold books. Now I have cancer.

Sunday, 26 August 2007

Sunday =

Rude awakening by cat at 3 am, could not determine what cat wanted, shut cat out of bedroom, guilt, guilt, guilt, back to sleep. Awake again eventually, laundry, LJ, stoopid pooter games, bath, brownies, mother (+ sister + brother in law), home, biriani, more LJ, more stoopid pooter games, Dexter, bed.
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Labels: cats, cooking, family, teevee
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