Cats still dominate my life.

( Slightly gross cat stuff, cut for the extremely squeamish )

You know, when Shannon isn't working or sleeping, I walk around this house and just keep cracking up all the time. I'll hear him in another room, singing something ridiculous, with hilarious made-up lyrics pertaining to whatever it is he's doing ... or he'll be playing with Lucy, swinging the cat dancer in the air and intoning, "One leap! Two leaps ( Read more... )

My left wrist has been hurting a lot the past few days, so I haven't been typing much. But my journal-writing addiction is such that I can't stay away long. I'll write this journal entry in bits and pieces over the course of the afternoon/evening.

Halloween:

1. My reading (of my comedic Halloween story) at CWC went fabulously well. Everyone was ( Read more... )

I was feeling really quite desperately ill this morning after breakfast -- ill like I'd eaten too much egg, but my breakfast was spinach, split pea soup, and brown rice ... no egg that I'm aware of. So I don't know what made me so sick, but it messed up my plans to see Debbie today, which I'd really been looking forward to, so I was feeling down ( Read more... )

Today's food conclusion: Low-fat cheese is surprisingly (and pleasantly) indistinguishable from regular cheese. Non-fat cheese, however, tastes like plastic and melts really strangely and unattractively. I got non-fat cheese when we bought groceries this week (because there wasn't any low-fat on sale), and I am experiencing significant buyer's ( Read more... )

New icon. This is the same basic sketch of myself I've been drawing since high school -- I used to draw it at the end of letters and such -- except now my hair's a bit wilder. Check out the dark eyebrows! Totally accurate. I am not, however, a disembodied floating head ( Read more... )

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Today I saw a strange man's penis. It wasn't as much fun as it might sound. Rest assured, though, that it wasn't as traumatic as it might sound, either ( Read more... )

My wrists keep hurting. Boo! I will smother them with ice packs one more time before bed tonight ( Read more... )

Yesterday at lunch, Lisa and I went out for tapas at César, and one of the dishes we ordered was pork ribs in pomegranate (which the menu mysteriously spelled "pomogrante" -- can a relatively trendy, expensive-ish restaurant not afford to hire a proofreader?) sauce with sesame seeds and cilantro. I was the one who suggested we order it, because I ( Read more... )