Blah, blah, yadda.
I will once again be observing my traditional April 1 internet fast this year, on account of the stupidest holiday and its all-too-often mean-spirited online manifestations. If you need to reach me, there's always the godsforsaken phone.
In other news, I am highly distrustful of the "fresh scent" kitty litter purchased last week in a fit of "OMG THEY'RE OUT OF OUR REGULAR KIND", and suspect we'll be going back to the regular unscented kind in the not-too-distant future. Here's hoping Iggy and Otis don't mind the experiment as much as I seem to. And now, bed. Yay bed!