That's not a very healthy start to the day. But start as you mean to go on :]. It's 12.30 and I've not even considered getting dressed but I will have to soon because we are all out of decent food unfortunately. Hence why I am sat here dunking custard creams into a glass of milk. My worst fears were confirmed earlier, the cat in my book DOES in fact get eaten. Thankfully Chuck had the good grace not to detail it. In my dream last night my cat Spook ran across a busy road and got taken down by a minivan but he just rolled,he was fine. And later on in the same dream a creepy man was shouting obscenities at me through my open window. Asking me about SnM. I crooked my finger for him to come closer and when he got close enough I punched him in the face. It was awesome. That's my Spook x