Vaguely coherent cat is vaguely coherent.
After strange and twisting dreams -- highlights included a Brigadoon-like amusement park where we sort of got stuck, a man trying to give away Muppet dog puppies, and discussing Nyssa's health with Tanya in the middle of a giant Whole Foods on the moon -- I have admitted defeat and tumbled out of bed, just in time to discover that the first act of Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog has gone live. Bliss, glee, and Neil Patrick Harris singing about world-conquest.
Interesting discovery: if you put two singing men on screen, and one is dressed like a mad scientist bent on destruction of the human race, and the other is Nathan Fillion, I get very confused as to who I should be rooting for. When confused, I default to mass destruction, and vote mad science.
Yesterday was awesomely great fun, and I now have a sparkly orange pedicure to go with my sparkly orange manicure. Truly, I am a fasionista's worst nightmare sometimes. I'm currently clearing through email before I go and get dressed (because that's super-exciting); alas, today's timing means I won't have time to continue my solo tour on the local version of Rock Band before heading out, and will instead be leaving with Merav. Merav, having anticipated my deep disappointment, procured more DDP before going to bed last night, so I'm soothing my rage with sweet caffeine.
Merav has just come to the kitchen and announced that caffeine made her lose sleep last night. The biochemistry of standard humans is weird. I lose sleep when I skip caffeine, largely due to my head hurting.
Fun things spotted in New York on Monday: a bulldog with one blue eye; a girl dressed like the bride of Dracula; several corner fruit stands; pigeons; a Walgreens; Queens; a bakery that actually had challah rolls.
Catch y'all later.
Interesting discovery: if you put two singing men on screen, and one is dressed like a mad scientist bent on destruction of the human race, and the other is Nathan Fillion, I get very confused as to who I should be rooting for. When confused, I default to mass destruction, and vote mad science.
Yesterday was awesomely great fun, and I now have a sparkly orange pedicure to go with my sparkly orange manicure. Truly, I am a fasionista's worst nightmare sometimes. I'm currently clearing through email before I go and get dressed (because that's super-exciting); alas, today's timing means I won't have time to continue my solo tour on the local version of Rock Band before heading out, and will instead be leaving with Merav. Merav, having anticipated my deep disappointment, procured more DDP before going to bed last night, so I'm soothing my rage with sweet caffeine.
Merav has just come to the kitchen and announced that caffeine made her lose sleep last night. The biochemistry of standard humans is weird. I lose sleep when I skip caffeine, largely due to my head hurting.
Fun things spotted in New York on Monday: a bulldog with one blue eye; a girl dressed like the bride of Dracula; several corner fruit stands; pigeons; a Walgreens; Queens; a bakery that actually had challah rolls.
Catch y'all later.