caterwauling

Woken up by two feline duelists facing off mano-e-mano (erm... cato-e-cato) in the shrubbery below my window.

Context-free grammars and virtual memory schemes still buzzing around my head from last night's desperate attempts to salvage a retarded GPA.

Then a gamcha-pora parar lok came and chased them away, cursing about a broken slumber or something.

A slight nip early in the morning. Its autumn here, never Fall.