fursonas, drugs & alcohol, coping
Our dealer is due around 4 or 5, we have three nip bottles of gin/rum/vodka, and I think my plan for tonight is to get intoxicated until my ego is a little wibbly and let Brill clean the kittenarium for me.
Or shit, if this week's batch is good enough, maybe as Hladolet. She'd barely even notice she's doing it except perhaps as a very long string of octal in her records file.