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So. Today I worked from one to seven, and after getting off work helped to rescue, warm, and feed three apparently abandoned kittens. (Caroline found them in her backyard.) Initially we named them Crispin Glover, Steve McQueen, and Bela Lugosi; by the end of the night they'd been renamed Henry VIII, Charlie Chaplin, and Leif Erikson. Respectively. BelaLeif was the weakest of all of them, and was still having a rough time of it when I left. CrispinHenry was the healthiest. SteveCharlie was just... skinny. And I think they all peed on me.
Yeah. How was YOUR day?

(Also: I believe I am, as of yet, the only person who's ever tried to clean their glasses and ended up flooding the bathroom.)