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So, if you happened to ask, 'Hey Giddy, what are you doing up at like, 6am on a Sunday morning?' the answer would be, 'Well, I've been up since 3:30 because Jack the Cat pulls this awesome maneuver where he decides the most efficient way to get from point A to point B is to leap, or really make two leaps, with the landing in the middle right on my sternum, which he hits with unerring accuracy. Usually he does this while I'm lying on my love seat and I end up instinctively smacking at him because hey, hi, oww! but at least I can see him coming and deflect him a little. Tonight he decided to do it while I was asleep in bed so I woke up flailing, breathless, and in pain. It was pretty awesome, and I couldn't go back to sleep, so I sat on the couch until it was light enough that I could clean without turning on any lights or anything, because I'm cranky and tired and I don't want any fucking lights, okay.' And then you could say 'aaaw *pets*' while thinking Giddy, duh, you're supposed to answer 'how are you?' with 'I'm fine!' and 'Why are you awake?' with 'Eh, just because. Why are YOU awake!' Sigh.

*cranky*

Here is a list of five totally random things that I've been thinking about since I woke up: ( Actually, and number 6 is Frank/Gerard because, you know, yes. *G* )

So anyway, hey, what are you doing up?