it’s so unfair when sick days fall on weekends, so you can’t milk them for their true worth. i spent many a happy fevered dream in my youth watching ‘murder, she wrote’ with my mom and sucking down fluids while sinking deliriously into the family couch and enjoying skipping elementary school because why they gotta put you on the bus anyway? i am doing this today, but my mom is not here. however, quinn is here and though he is not my mom he does have a mustache, and like my mom he’s keeping me company quietly and encouraging expectorants and hot showers.
i have so much homework to do. i am the worst.
here are some cats. in video form, because i can bring myself to do nothing but stare at a screen, drooling.
i will literally never get enough of videos like this one, sent in by my allegedly-cat-hating auntie, JoAnn. her ‘friend’ sent it to her, but i am more inclined to believe that she complied these clips herself.