cat-scratch fever (sorry)
Zoe's (and I suppose mine, I live here) cat, Roxy, is apparently "in heat." I wasn't totally sure what this meant and said something along the lines of, "Well, turn on the air conditioner, duh." She then politely told me she hadn't been fixed and this writhing, crying, generally depressed state she was in was the famed "in heat." Ah. I'm either not entirely up on my cat-lingo or just stupid. (Let's all say it's the former, okay?) Anyway, Zoe will call the vet in the morning. Strange turn of events, these.
Regardless of Roxy's weirdness, I did get a ton of work today. Sold something in the morning, made some genuine follow-ups, then came back home to watch (gasp of air) The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension for my article, finalized my research on my article, then wrote the first draft of my article. Oh yeah, and I finished Money. Go me, I know.
Regardless of Roxy's weirdness, I did get a ton of work today. Sold something in the morning, made some genuine follow-ups, then came back home to watch (gasp of air) The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension for my article, finalized my research on my article, then wrote the first draft of my article. Oh yeah, and I finished Money. Go me, I know.