Well, I am really exhausted, I still have a full set of papers to do this morning, its spitting cold rain outside, and my cat just peed on my bag.

Wow, that sounds... awful, really. I would like to assure you that I am in no way stifling giggles at the thought of your incontinent cat, nosiree. Manly giggles. Let me make that perfectly clear.

I have to do my taxes. Joy! Oh, wait. Suck! Ah well.

My reasoning for the past few days has been the "I ate a salad for lunch, so now I can have cookies" type. Probably not the healthiest thing in the world.

You know what's been saving me from this mentality? Trans fats. Whereas you can always eat a bag of Doritos and tell yourself, "It'll be OK if I just balance it out by consuming no more sodium for the rest of the week," the line on trans fats is that they're never ok, in any quantity, so there's no way to make up for the Oatmeal Cream Pies and cheese curls I would otherwise eat. It really helps me stay away from all but the tastiest cakes and pastries.

Are you able to file from just one country this time, billytea? Seems like it's been a while since you moved.

Timelies!

Yup. I think that's all I've got for now. Got a bit to do list for the day. I should get going on it. But first, I'll finish this lovely cup of coffee.

Connecticutie

Despite billytea's manly giggles at the plight of my incontinent cat, I adore him. I think he may have just hit on the first time I have ever seen someone successfully make a nickname out of being a resident of my state. (States named after Native American words = hard to abbreviate)

FTR, the cat is not incontinent. He's simply mad at me because I removed the second litter box and is demonstrating his displeasure. Little rat bastard.

Sneaking in to ask for Health~ma for my dad.

He's totally lost his appetite since his GF broke up with him. Right before that he said his appetite had lessened while he was on his vacation. But now it's pretty much gone. He barely eats, I keep after him but he says he isn't hungry. He's gone from a size 34 waist to 32, most of his pants don't fit anymore. Although he did find some pants that fit correctly and he doesn't look like he's being swallowed by his clothes.

Today he's seeing the doctor and check if it's something physical and get an referral to a shrink and maybe a therapist.

Oh askye, I'm so sorry. As another person who loses an unhealthy amount of weight when I'm depressed, I can really relate to your dad's situation. Health-ma to him, and feel-better-ma to you.

askye, that's scary. Much health~ma headed your dad's way, and strenght and peace-of-mind~ma headed your way. {{{askye}}}

Much ~ma headed north to askye and dad.

In Today's Moment in My Mom Bringing Up Marriage, my mom described a wife as someone who lives with me and cooks for me.

HAH! I wish Mr. H weren't at work so I could show him that definition. I'm also wondering if that makes him the wife since he does most of the cooking, and whether I've been married to some former roomates without knowing it.

For reals.

Morning- just checking in before diving into the Metric Assload of Work that needs doing. Twelve hour days and anxiety induced insomnia. At least my co-workers are now leaving me alone to do stuff.

Bye!

Nora! I've missed you! You guys feeling better?

ION, Toto just bit me. He stole my kleenix, and I was trying to get it back to throw away, and he bit me. Brat.