Crap.

heh – I was so busy worrying about events beyond my control yesterday that I actually forgot to write about what’s been happening this weekend. And things are indeed happening. Friday night started off the weekend nicely. The Professor and I went out for Indian Friday night (I’m getting better at figuring out things that…

May 25, 2003 May 25th, 2003 fell on a Sunday, just like today. It was a clear, sunny day, just like today. It was the day before Memorial Day, just like today. My mind tries to find significance in coincidence. It’s a human failing, I guess. I wonder where my donor’s mother is today. It’s…

It’s a song about addiction. Wilcox says that the motorcycle is simply a metaphor for drugs. I suppose I can see that. “Tell the truth, explain to me, How you got this need for speed.” I never quite took the song that way though. It works equally well for other forms of escapism. Sometimes the…

Kitten from Hell was in prime hellion mode this past weekend. My personal favorite escapade involves her actually getting into the cupboard, stealing a pack of Pounce tartar control treats, and ripping the pack open in the middle of the carpet between the living room and dining room. The Professor got to witness all this;…

– Shrimp and cocktail sauce– Pizza (bought half-cooked from my favorite pizzeria to be cooked the rest of the way just before dinner)– Magner’s apple cider– Pumpkin pie– Chocolate pound cake No muss, no fuss, no mess, no stress. I’m thankful.

This one I found this morning in sobriquet’s diary. She said that she, in turn, found it in HQ magazine. I hate to admit this, but I am unfamiliar with HQ magazine. I know GQ, and I’ve heard of IQ’s, but HQ is something I’ll have to look up later. What is the first thing…