Little sleep last night. Woodrow was anxious, and he ran into my room several times, sat on my chest, screamed in my face, and tried to pull down the venetian blinds. He’s calm now, but this morning he kept trying to get out through the bedroom window, tangling himself up in the blinds. He’ll do some damage if he’s not careful.
Anyway. I saw this on Keith‘s LiveJournal, and gave it a whirl.
|If I am elected, my pope name will be:
Pope Sidious, eh? A dark day, indeed. 🙂