Grumblecakes

I has grievances. Let me show you them.

Firstly, Stat is ill. This makes me grumpy because there is not a bright blue thing I can do about it. I hate to see him suffer so.

Secondly, this stupid weather is really aggravating me. It's nearly 100% humidity in Manchester right now. I thought only crazy far-off places like Dubai got 100% humidity, but here we are, dying of the closeness... and it's RAINING. Did we get some other country's monsoon or something? May and June were two of the hottest and driest months on record, and then July comes along and tries to both suffocate and drown us all. BOO YOU, JULY.

Thirdly, I ordered Pook and Marv's birthday presents ten days ago from Play.com, and they haven't showed. Their birthday was last Friday. (Also, Marv graduated last Thursday. He got a 2:1 for his English degree. That's a nice un-grumpy thought.) This is not the first time I've heard of Play magically losing orders and keeping the cash. I sense some strong words coming on.

Fourthly, we mooched all the way over to Longsight and back again for a meeting with our solicitor earlier. We got precisely zip done. It's not really the getting-zip-done that annoyed me, but it was the missions we went through to get there in order for aforementioned zip to get done. Precisely, a two-hour round trip on public transport to get zip done. Did I mention that Stat's ill today too?

Fifthly, actual grumblecakes, by which I refer to Homestar Runner. What's with the freakin' hiatus, Chaps? Mama need her sbemails!

Sixthly, I wish Charley would chill the eff out. If he's not sleeping or eating, he's howling. He's not a dog and there's no full moon, yet if he's left to his own devices for more than two minutes at a time lately, it's this constant "MAAAAOOO! MAAAAOOO! MAAAAAAAOOOOOO!" Even Purrdy's taken to giving him the STFU stink-eye.

Seventhly, I'm currently reading 'A Thousand Sons', one of the Warhammer 40K Horus Heresy books. Council of Nikaea, anyone? Next time I meet a Space Wolf, I'm gonna punch its back-stabbing, Twilight-looking, fuzzy ginger lights out. FUCK YOU, RUSS. Mortarion too.

Eighthly, World of Warcraft is getting seriously fucked about with in my absence, to the point where I'm wondering if it'll be worth my while getting back into it once Cataclysm comes out. 31-point talent trees? Mastery? WTF??

Ninthly, congratulations, Boise, Idaho! You get to see Hanson on my birthday, you mean lucky people. Where are their plans to tour with their new album in Europe? Boys, seriously. I will learn your crazy dance, I will buy your merchandise, I will even get my boobs out if you want. Just come back to Manchester, prettiest of pleases?

Tenthly, I feel a bit silly writing all this. Not but a few months ago, I had serious grievances, the kind that puts a whole life on hold. Most of these are just little dramas of my own making. My flat is still awesome, my job is still awesome, and all three of my kitties give me all the cuddles I need. Is it just part of the human condition to seek out negativity where there really isn't any?