For days now I’ve had the urge to post something long and soulful instead of these dumbass jokes all the time. But now, staring lamely at this blinking cursor, it strikes me that there is a difference between having an urge and being in the mood. And I am simply not in a soulful mood. Maybe later. Maybe I’d be in a soulful mood right now if I’d had any sleep the past two nights, but Alpha is away for a week leaving me to deal with cats turning the night into day all by myself, and Gamma’s getting up several times a night to pee or drink or come into the big bed. Beta, at least, thank god, sleeps like a stone statue of a sleeping goddess.

So I give up on soulful. Caffeine-addled maybe. Maybe a decent rant, but, eh… how can you say anything funny about the president anymore, when he’s carrying out these pre-emptive humor strikes? Feh.

What is it, Tuesday? That’s all? Double-feh. And yet…

How beautiful are the eyes of my beloved.