This little girl has been hanging around my place.

Don't even bother giving me advice. I know about cats and strays. But I have been feeding her.

(Did you notice how I didn't say "stray cats"? Cats and strays are what I do well.)

I had a pretty social week full of weird little events -- and I never even talked about most of it. And who cares, other than me, what I have done and seen the
past few days? It has just been pretty interesting all around.

In other news, is it wrong for me to like Keith Urban music?

I hope he is cute, I've no idea. I like his voice. Let me see... hmmm. Yes, he is cute. Damnation. Suddenly, country music is looking pretty good.

In other news, there is nothing else to see here except maybe Flight of the Conchords. Look it up, you lazy so-and-sos. I don't know why I always feel obligated to find the links for you. Right now, I am tired and just thinking about Tuesday when I have to call Bell to try and sort out all that bullshit is making me want to cry.

Seriously? I have been wanting to let loose for about the past half-hour. I really, really wish I had someone to cry on right about now.

Well, tomorrow's another day.