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Ugh, I am so sick of rain. And gross dreary days. And this weather is supposed to go into next week.

edit:wootish have today off now. it's not raining here but it is at the farm. and my grandmother's eye is evidently doing worse. it was all swollen yesterday and I guess it still is. at least today is only a four hour day. although now I'm awake and half way through breakfast. oh look now it's raining here too. I'm finishing breakfast then trying the sleep thing again.

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So because I'm a winner like that I went back to bed and slept until 11. Oops? Now I'm up and dressed and going to go into town as soon as I can run out to the car between rain showers. My hair is cute I do not want to ruin it. /girlymomment.

In other news Lemur was really cute earlier. She always wants cuddles in the morning, which I can't provide because normally I'm running around getting ready for work. So when I got up at 11 and she was still awake I was like I shall let the chinchilla out and then she will get cuddles. Which was all fine until I decided I wanted a shower and she decided the best way to express her displeasure at me trying to put her back in the cage was by biting my fingers. No this does get cute, really. So I've finally got her in the cage, if perched on my hand. She bits my thumb really hard, I go to bring my hand out to see if she'll let go then. She jumps off my hand, I pull it out and go to she the cage. She runs out of the cage up the door and takes a flying leap at me. Completely trusting I'm going to catch her little furry ass as she didn't actually get a grip on me. It was cute, really. She got more cuddles then back in the cage. With no more bitting even.

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10,000 BC was just as bad as I thought it would be. And ridiculously historically inaccurate as I thought it was, and as the article in the archeology magazine I read.

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So I have a day off, no cutting brush, not pulling weeds, no getting hit in the head with stuff by my grandmother, and what do I do? Hurt my wrist opening a jam jar. And not even my bad wrist, my good wrist. Not cool world, not cool.