Do What Now?

No, no. Not that shitty, albeit slightly catchy Ted Nugent song. I got scratched a fucking cat this morning.... it sucks!

So this morning around... ehhh... let's call it 11:30-ish. Yeah, around that time I faintly heard the pounding beats and whining voices of some shitty rappers and their "hip hop". Naturally, much like the North American Grizzly bear, I was angered to have my slumber cut short. So from the middle of my queen size water bed, I rolled my arm over to my left only to be viciously and savagely attacked by my cat, Jackson, evil bastard that he is.

I suppose he was also angry that he had been awakened so rudely, but none the less... that shit was uncalled for. He lashed out at my face with his savage kitty claws and tore into my soft pink flesh. Evil fuck. So yeah... he fucked up the right side of my face, which just so happens to be my good side. So now I have these 3 claw marks starting where my sideburns would be if I had them, and they stretch all the way up to my eye. He was an less than an inch away from taking out MY FUCKING EYE. My fucking EYE goddammit!

Do you know what not having two eyes would do to me? I'm not exactly sure myself, but I know that it wouldn't be good.... I know that much.