I have the worst cat.
One who protests his dislike over the food I gave him at (my) bedtime by chatting, yelling, and leaping around the house, waking me up three times before 3am.
Dude, if you were really starving, you would have eaten the food I gave you. You are lucky I haven’t made you into a rug.
I had intended to bike to Mooney’s Bay to check out the fitness park to see if it would be relevant to my interests, but, instead, I slept in until about ten minutes ago. Not the best start to a Monday.
Oh wait, it’s Friday, right? Thank goodness.