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Quiet, but for the sirens on the highway.

Ms Siz, Mssr Naki, and Lady Q were all otherwise occupied tonight. I've spent some time arguining with Gaia, a bit of time on KoL, and for some reason spent a good bit crying. It's frustrating; I'm not in a bad mood. I've been fairly cheerful all day. But any time I get distracted, I find myself crying again. *shakes her head* I have no clue what's wrong.

It's now 2005 for most of the folks on my friends list here; Happy New Year, darlings. There're a few who've not hit it yet, but the greeting goes to them as well. 2004 was a year of upheaval and change for me, and I am honestly expecting 2005 to be even bumpier. I'm going into the new year without a therapist, which is going to complicate matters... though not immediately. There're things that need taken care of before having a therapist in my corner is essential, and if I can get my finances straightened out I may well manage to end up back with Tina again (she's gone to a government contract and is in the process of starting a private practice). I look at 2004 and don't see a hell of a lot of progress, but I -know- that's not an accurate view.

The house is done and gone. Closing for it was Wednesday this past week. It's over with, finally. While my name is still on some things, the house was the albatross around my neck preventing me from bolting if need be. The lease on the apartment goes up in September of 2005; with a bit of luck I'll have things situated so that I can walk away cleanly. The next few months will be filled with me going through the stacked boxes in the apartment and sorting my gear from Megan's... most of mine will end up in storage someplace, though I suspect I've used my space quota in Crys and Kelly's basement. :p

I... think I'm going to crawl off to bed. Tomorrow'll be a busy day, and sometime tomorrow C&K will be back. Aside from straightening the guest room and doing another sweep on the litter boxes, there's not a lot that needs to be done to spiff up; I managed to keep on top of most of it this go round, enough so that I'm actually pleased with it. All of the cats are still alive in spite of falls and weirdness.

G'nite, loves. Maybe sleep will help me clear my head.

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My issues with the cats during this stay have been, at least from a 'cats raising hell' perspective, minor and relatively brief.
Crystal and Kelly are due home today; I went to bed last night pleased that there'd only be a minimum of straightening and the house would be as they left it.
Apparently the cats are psychic, and knew my thoughts.

The house is demolished. While I slept last night, they trashed the living room, trashed the dining room, threw up all over the kitchen and foyer, left me a just wonderful hairball outside the bedroom door (that I found with my bare foot while half asleep), and generally turned into furry demons. Lamps are down. Newspapers strewn all over the house. Magazine's yanked out of the rack in the living room. And that's just the carnage I've found thus far. I've not touched any of them so far today... I'm entirely too angry.

I'll likely be offline-ish until I've got things back under control. No clue how long that's going to take. Hopefully I can get it all done before they get home.

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House is put back together, but for the spot cleaning up here in the guest room, so I've managed to bring it in under the wire.

All of the cats are still alive, and no further accidents involving them have occurred.

Jake and Junior still want absolutely nothing to do with me... to the point that when I went downstairs to get a cola earlier they spotted me and were climbing over each other trying to get through the door to the basement. *sigh*

I'm going to start a load of laundry, and then sit here for a bit.