Also yay, Puppy did in fact call, shock and awe - I'm always a bit surprised when anyone does anything this early in the morning - and there has been a nifty compromise, resulting in scrips paid for and NOT affecting anything else, so it's practical enough that I can't feel guilty and still somewhat thrilling. *wry grin* I enjoy this far, far too much... and can't quite manage to feel guilty even if I have good reasons, let alone when they're silly reasons, just afterward... it's sorta like jut before an orgasm, except way less frustrating. ^.^ And as he called just after I typed the paragraph before this one, and as my meds should NOT be mixed with alcohol, no more vodka for me today, YAY!

Cleo is bitching in Hamsterdam, which is the new Official Name for the hamster closet. *grin* Amazing how cheerful I can feel even when hurting... yet another reason to keep Puppy around, he has this affect on me. Well, when he's not pissing me off. *amused* Anyway, I have a banana, and some of the juice that I hadn't mixed with vodka yet, and Cate should be up soon... mm, must remember to tell the boy that the card is already on the account when he calls on break, otherwise he'll waste his time after work and it's a UFC night... and sadly, I'm interested enough in what happens to not want him missing any, so I can hear about it all late tonight. This is worse than when Slash got me hooked on pro wrestling, although infinitely less silly. Soap operas for men, those were. So yeah, banana, video games, and advil.