there's something to be said about 1am.
and that something is...I have to be up for work in 4 hours. and I just caught my cat eating an oreo.
effortlessly, I will somehow rationalize this discovery by a simple hope of the random acts of cookie theory. (which, for the record, I have not fully theorized as of yet. I'm sure I will at some point though)
this follows train of thought towards hope, simple hope, hope in general. and that becomes it's own rationalization station. see how I rhymed there? yea. you bet'chor'arse that was intentional.
the best and likely most shocking part of it all, is that I can't recall a time in my life where I have ever purchased oreos. meaning my cat is a not only able to walk through walls, but she is also able to steal desserts after walking through walls.
such a talented goot.