The foxy people always win in the end...

I was supposed to meet up with Satomi and her sister in Tanashi tonight, but cancelled out this afternoon. I was feeling a tad under the weather, and Sean frelled up his computer and had to take it in to Kojima, so he wasn't feeling like going, and I just wanted me time. Not like I haven't had almost two weeks of me-time, but that's what vacations are for. For sitting in a non-air-conditioned room, watching Hornblower, and M*A*S*H, and Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome (in honour of Mel Gibson being whacked out, although I am actually saving that movie until tomorrow), and cross-stitching like a Victorian spinster. Good times.

The cats are much happier having me in the living room (at least, they don't whine and yowl so much), so I'm thinking I might move the computer back out there. I might wait until it starts to get a bit cooler, though - right now, the living room is stifling. Come winter, it will be freezing, but the two of them like to curl up in the chair with me, and they're pretty warm. I let them into my bedroom for a few minutes the other day, and they immediately starting jumping up on rickety shelves and knocking over perfume and nail polish remover. So, the bedroom is off limits again.

I asked about buying a t-shirt when I was at the gym today. Half the women there have them, and I thought they were for sale...unfortunately, they are a reward for getting a friend to enroll or some malarky like that. I explained that the reason I wanted one was to take my picture in it with the staff, to send to my Mom (who I haven't yet told that I joined up), and they had a discussion in the back room, and I think they are going to bend the rules. Either that, or they're going to lend me wear a Curves shirt to wear in the photo. I think they are afraid of my gaijin powers ^_^

They're all really sweet girls, though. Whenever I go, they're always friendly and chatty... inasmuch as I can really be chatty in Japanese.

To bed with me now, before today becomes tomorrow.

Thanks to the magic of jet-lag and the accidental five-hour nap I had after my bath this afternoon, I am now totally awake and raring to go. This would be fine, except it's 11:00pm and I have to go back to work tomorrow. Those of you who have lived with me know that I am not a morning person. I have made strides toward improvement in that area, but adding jet-lag to the mix means peeling my carcass out of bed is an odious, near-impossible task.

So, do I lie in my bed for hours, trying to force myself to sleep, or do I stay up and work on stuff until I feel sleepy, at which point I attempt a cat-nap like the one I had from 2-6 this morning? Because I am totally late with stuff, since I got no work done during my flight, nor during any of the stuff that happened after (misplaced luggage, missed connections, huuuuge lineup for taxis in Tach), and I don't want to garner a fandom-reputation as unreliable.

[EDIT - 11:12] Given the way the puds have sprawled themselves over my lap, I think I am A) forgiven for leaving them all alone with only MrsO as company, and B) probably going to stay up, since I don't want to move them.

Note to self: Always close the lid on your laptop when leaving the room.

Those little rats almost deleted Season 5 of CSI while I was in the bathtub.

Question for the cat owners on my flist:

Is there a way to train a cat out of a bad behaviour? Like, for instance, biting?

I would appreciate your thoughts and any advice, as the Rodney-cat is banned from my room at night until such time as he stops biting me. Even now, he's sitting on my lap and I can just see the look in his eyes that is saying "I want to take your hands off".

Also, he burrows in under the covers to bite parts of me that are inaccessible.

Almost 48 hours of cat ownership co-habitation have taught me some things.

- Put everything away as soon as you are done with it (if you can somehow avoid taking a thing out at all, that's better)
- No matter what you are doing, the Rodney-cat has to be a part of it
- You will have to remove all knick-knacks and small bits of clutter from all surfaces
- You need to tighten the bolts on the shelves, as there appears to be no way to keep the Rodney-cat from jumping on them
- The Rodney-cat has no consideration for social niceties like personal food-dishes or not attacking your clothes while you are putting them on

- The Rodney-cat has incredibly stinky breath, farts often, and, like his televised namesake, is not capable of being quiet. But he sure purrs well.

Going to do a little tidying, because the puds managed to almost destroy the apartment while I was gone, and then I'm going to bed.

That subject line's for you, darth_hedgehog.

They are here! *dances the Dance of Much Rejoicing*

I may have to rename them 'John' and 'Rodney', because they are totally in my closet.

More tomorrow!

I believe I sent Sophie an email today, saying that I would take two cats. They're adorable, they look like brothers, and I'm just waiting to hear back from her to find out the wheres and whens of things.

I think this new development may preclude me going back to Canada for a week, unless I can beg my landlady to feed my cats every day. We'll see.

I really wish the buses would get back, because I've been playing on the computer for an hour now, and I've visited all the safe-for-work sites that I can. Encho's cigarettes keep making noise at me, like "Cleeeoooooo, you're bored...You know you would like to join us...Give in to the dark side, we have cookies..." Stupid boredom.