Rage and fury need expiration dates.

The conversation in my head stops on the eighth panel.

The problem is, I'm just unsure who I should be having the conversation with.

(no subject)

RACCOON OUTSIDE MY WINDOW! RACCOON OUTSIDE MY WINDOW!

ohmygodohmygodiwanttoholdit



I was just sitting here, half-heartedly coasting around other people's journals, attempting to convince myself I should go to bed, when something dark passed me out of the corner of my vision. My apartment's on the ground floor, mind you, and my windows are level with the street. I looked up, thinking someone was walking around out there (and that would be odd because it's almost one-thirty in the morning and doubly odd because they would have been right up against my window), but didn't see anything. Went back to my coasting.

I heard a snuffle snuffle snort right next to my window and looked up again. This time, I saw a fat four-legged body walking slowly, low to the ground. What the shit is that? says I. Then it lifted its head, peered at me and I saw the bandit mask and pointy-face snout.

Not even three feet away from me.

bwee!

My squeeing alarmed it, so it waddled away and I got to see its stripey bottle brush tail. Luckily none of the cats saw it or I would have had a handful of angry cats and a raccoon laughing at them. Maybe I should close the living room windows before I go to bed.

*edited to add*
And just now, a program about lemurs has come on television. I am a happy girl.