Bullet micro-confessions on a not-Tuesday
I confess:
- Hungry
- D and I are talking kids & what to do about them. It's unclear to me which will win: kids/no kids. Stay tuned!
- The Internet is full of distractions. Surprised?
- One of my favorite friend's dads has reached life-end. Sadness. And gladness that I'm able to read-along on the Internet, even if I don't get to actually see him (ever again.)
- Jackcat is now subsisting on a diet of raw meat and really-bad-for-you vet prescribed kibble (affectionately referred to as "sugar pops" by D and me.) I swear he's suddenly gotten 3x more playful. My guess is it has nothing to do with the kibble.
- Last night I attended my first men's group, and I'm not even male. Q: how does Phoebe get away with this stuff? A: Magic.
- I can't not socialize. I will have to move to a mountain occupied by only goats and puma to detach myself from my social life. But who will pay me to be there? Friends: please help me find a grant to go live on a mountain and do art and not be eaten by puma.