My focus has been completely shot for the past couple of days, but today's lack of attention is just ridiculous. It's starting to get unbearably frustrating.
Current Mood:
frustrated
Current Music: "Blackbird" - the Beatles
Clean the Moon

So, catintheattic, your LiveJournal reveals...
You are... 27% unique (blame, for example, your interest in zoobing), 16% peculiar, 33% interesting, 19% normal and 5% herdlike (partly because you, like everyone else, enjoy tea). When it comes to friends you are normal. In terms of the way you relate to people, you are keen to please. Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is intellectual.
Your overall weirdness is: 51
(The average level of weirdness is: 29.
You are weirder than 87% of other LJers.)
Find out what your weirdness level is!
Me: We're going to get in trouble tomorrow!
Friend: so? why do i give a god damn mother fucking son of a bitch cum-licking shit?
Me: because we'll have to sit on opposite sides of the room, you crack sniffer.
Friend: oh fuck.
I'm really hoping we'll be able to catch each other sometime when you're online/not sleeping/not working/not beating teenagers and I'm not driving to/from Detroit, trying desperately not to beat Newt, doing laundry (as Newt thought it would be an AWESOME idea to pee (I don't think I would call it "puddling," but perhaps "laking" or even "oceaning") on my leg, while I was in bed sleeping), spending time at the hospital, fighting the desire to slowly shake Newt until he fucking learns to use a goddamn litter box, or trying to contain my rage to avoid throwing Newt into Lake Michigan... because - quite frankly - it's weird not talking about boy on boy with you at least once a week.