They must be stopped. The two tabbies are in cahoots and their mission is breaking me of sanity. Taz and Monty have recently (as in the past two nights) decided 2-3 am is the ideal time to run circles in the apartment, fight with one another, meow and slide into furniture. Not only is it annoying, it's depriving me of my sleep. Being in my fourth quarter and 3 weeks to finals, sleep is pretty much the best part of my day. This sounds sad, I know, but in truth I've just been exhausted. I had the grand idea, after getting my bloodwork back, that I should cut out sodas. This means my caffeine intake has gone down to whatever you can get from small doses of chocolate and glasses of tea. From one soda a day to nada, I'm having some energy problems. I know this hardly seems the best time to undertake this caffeine cutout, but honestly, if it has such a serious effect on my life, I probably can't find a 'good' time.
I'm also working back up to going to the gym more often. Given that I've only been to the gym when I've been home in the last two months, going once a week to Golds here in Waco would be a bonus. I was going to hit spin class today, but then decided a nap sounded better. I blame this on the cats and on the lack of RC Cola. Tomorrow. Spin Class. 6pm. It will happen. I'm determined.
Back to the cats. We shall see what the little demons have in store for me tonight. Some people, I'm assuming non-cat people, would suggest I simply lock them out of the bedroom. Have you heard the ruckus cats make with a shut door? The banging, the meowing! It's actually worse than them running circles and raising hell. I tried it night before last. Not the best solution. So we'll see how crafty I become if this new circus ensues tonight.
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