Couch Potato

I have spent the last three days or so (more on the "or so" side) watching television from the Curvey Couch. This has led, in turn, to alternately thinking that I am pathetic and feeling darn happy that there are no more finals in my immediate future. The thoughts of my pathetic-ness are staved off by the precarious rationalization that I have chosen to go couch potato, versus the alternative that I was given no choice. I can stop whenever I want to. I was not previously aware that there is a point at which your body conforms permanently to the shape of the pillows on which you are propped. I have had some close calls with that one. Yesterday, somewhere between the last half of Serenity (watch it now and often) and the third-in-a-row episode of Buffy (yesterday was Joss Whedon day) I actually lost circulation to the right side of by head because of the awkward angle of my neck. Not pleasant. Oscar has spent the last three days or so giving me a rather disturbing "You're wasting your life" look. All of this adds up to me being pretty glad that tomorrow I'm going home for Christmas. Here's for hoping it's a non-stop whirlwind of activity and shopping and family and food that is not made by Papa John.

Happy Happy Holidays everyone!

Kittenface!

Bah. It's been an incredibly long time since my last (long) post. Oh the things I have been through in that interim. Love! Loss! Finals! And the best part is Oscar. Say hello to my newest fuzzy friend. At the moment he is riddled with disease and has this OCD thing with his litter box, but he's so damn cute that I don't care! My buddy Kathleen rescued dear Oscar out of a dumpster near her condo in ATL and one thing led to another so now I'm a mommy. I don't know how people live without cats. They keep your feet warm when you're drunk watching "Veronica Mars" alone. They purr next to your head at all hours of the night scaring the ever living crap out of you. They bite your pen when you are writing Christmas cards. They bite your hand when you are not. And they do that adorable leg-straight-up-in-the-air butt lick. Sigh. A joy to behold. Oscar has brought unexpected and very timely joy to my life. Best eyes ever.