Spike-boy is ill.

I am tired.

Grr - I love you muches and the jealousy is incidental, not logical, not useful, and really only there when I am tired and overstressed. *hugs* You are wonderful.

I want to go to bed, but I promised the boy I would make it back there... which will be tricky since Robert does not seem to be getting up, and I'd need a ride to the MAX. Hrm.

If Robert is NOT getting up... then I still need to figure out a way to get out there, since I have spike-boy's money for cat food and juice. ARGH. This is very very very flustrating, it is.

Tired. Too tired.

I really need some sleep.

No updates for a while, nothing of substance anyway... not yet. Not for a while. Sorry.

This Space For Rent, at the moment...

...but check back in a few days or so.

Maybe I will be willing to write by then.