I woke up at 3am today. It is now 7:27pm. I have spent approximately one hour today without a cat on top of me, and that was split between a grocery run and a trip to the toilet.

I literally can’t do anything because I’m spending all of what should be my free time with a cat glued to my arm. They’ll get up for about 20 seconds and either come back or get replaced by their sibling. If I can’t get a chance to DO something, I’m gonna lose every ounce of my shit.

My first failure so far is “Rats,” if anyone’s curious. It’s the chorus that tripped me up, because it’s different every time.

Sounds similar to the University of Maine poster where Stephen King is brandishing a double barreled shotgun with text that says “STUDY DAMMIT!”

The titular Santa Clause and the contract it’s attached to isn’t a legal document, it’s an eldritch tome.