I’m on my way, but I don’t know where I’m going.

Sunday night at Man-who-uses-forty-foot-ladders-to-hang-birdhouses’ was great. Tex and he are rather cute together – it was clear they didn’t want to act too obviously like a “couple”, but they were definitely together. I hope it works out for them. Long distance romances can be hard. The Professor drove us home from Man-who-uses-forty-foot-ladders-to-hang-birdhouses’ – I’d had…

I seem to be heading into another pity-party-period. I think it was the clothes shopping over the weekend that set it off. There’s nothing that ruins a person’s self-image like cruising the maternity section of a department store for clothes when you aren’t pregnant. Except perhaps cruising the maternity section of a department store for…

Crud, crud, crud. The Socialist is on the mend. His cold, realizing that it was being evicted from his nasal passages, has discovered a sweet new little hideaway: my nasal passages. That’s right. I’m sick. It’s the sore throat, runny nose, feel like crap fun and games that I’ll bet hangs on forever. I am…

The Professor teaches until late tonight. With time on my hands and no idea how to celebrate, I took myself to Borders Books, where I spent my 25% off one item, not-to-be-combined-with-any-other-discount-or-offer, not-valid-for-electronics-or-DVD-sets birthday coupon on Orson Scott Card’s latest book of short stories. I also got a book on reading cat body language and…

I went looking for Hampster Dance tonight. My old link no longer worked. I found their new site easily enough … and then just kept going. Caution – all these load music. Do NOT listen to these from your work station unless you have earphones. No point in just turning the sound off, as you’ll…

The crickets are loud. My window is shut, but their incessant rythm makes it through the glass anyhow. At the moment, it’s enough to make me want to re-legalize DDT. I got up for a Lassix run about 2:00. When I returned to bed, I couldn’t find Purple. While I can successfully navigate my way…