*ahem*
i dont believe im dead. but really, who can tell?
i just feel like typing, but i dont feel like writing an email to my dad like i know i should. im in a social mood, but i dont want to leave my computer chair.
but now that im sitting here typing, i dont feel like typing and i dont feel like saying anything. the only reason i still know my password is because i log into "oh no they didnt" at least twice a day.
the cat is high on catnip again tonight and its almost 12. this means she wont got to sleep until 3 and then she will wake up at 5 to play some more and cause me all kinds of racket. i probably shouldnt give her catnip, but they are her toys and what else is a cat going to do during the day?
the beard is getting ready for bed, as i know i should be.
we are moving into new apartments in september (
for the curious). we are painting, we are downtown, we will live in a studio apartment, and the ghetto starts next door.
i have a trip to vegas planned at the end of october. ween, lights, and liquor.
completely random entry follows a long absence, but you didnt even notice!