Heh...

I don't know whether to laugh or to scream in pain. A little of both, I imagine.

Once again, trying to write my paper. It's not working out so well, as expected (cave paintings!). But my little study buddy, a.k.a. Schrodinger, has come to help me out.

Let me set the scene for you. I'm sitting on my bed (which is queen sized), and I'm on the... uh... starboard... which way is starboard... RIGHT. I'm on the right side. Next to me is my nightstand with all sorts of junk on it... books, nail polish, gum, calculator, comics, pens... that sort of stuff. Well, Schrodinger comes to sit next to me (because I'm paying attention to the computer and not to him), and he walks across my stomach and sits on my right side (which of course is the narrower side). So, he's leaning on my leg, and his feet are hanging off the edge of the bed. My genius cat then decides that this is not comfortable, and he rolls over. He falls off the side of the bed, knocking everything off my nightstand (good thing those nail polish bottles were closed). But of course, with his catlike reflexes, he digs his claws into the nearest anchor and hauls himself back up. Unfortunately, the nearest anchor was my leg.

So, here's me, trying to write a paper about housewives, but I'm laughing at my cat and screaming in pain at the same time, plus I'm trying to read the comics and blog at the same time.

I'm starting to see why I never get anything done...