Thanks, Perkins. Things kind of suck. I miss LA, and living by myself, and dry (not crazy humid) weather, and having a steady job, and seeing friends. But I don't really feel like being whiny, so I'll stop... you know, being whiny.

Also, I totally totally suck. I guess I am just never ever going to mail you a cd. I finally put a postcard to my uncle (from when I was in London) in the mail about a month ago, and apparently he never got it. So I'm mail-challenged, clearly. Also, I should send graduation pictures to my grandparents, but it seems like so much work, so, um, oh well. I'll email you in a few minutes. And I'll try and attach songs to the email. Profile address okay?

Too late how, Kat? I'm awake until around four in the morning, since my fluffy cat has a very rigorous, structured, and demanding petting schedule before bed time, and I generally don't get tired until around two in the first place, so I'm just about always up- except early morning, clearly. If that was your concern. Because otherwise, hi! Phone calls are fun! I don't hear from you nearly enough since I was replaced at the top of your phone book.

OOh, also-- you can get the cat treats from the farmer's market on Drugstore.com. [link]

Ooh! That's awesome! My cats are still complaining about the fact that we ran out, and that's a dollar cheaper than Three Dog sells them for, which, clearly, rocks.

Firstname.lastname@gmail.com is better, but either work.

I'm sorry things suck. They shouldn't do that.

I need to order some treats too.

Also, you yourself don't suck, Allbelle.

That's Teppy's job.

I don't hear from you nearly enough since I was replaced at the top of your phone book.

you weren't! My ass doesn't call you because I got a new phone that flips as opposed to being locked.

Oh, okay. That's nice to hear, Kat. I'm still number one! Woo!

Okay, Perkins, I think my being able to mail stuff is jinxed, because yahoo has just shut down. So I'm going to try again in a minute, after my security update thing quits pestering me about restarting.

No worries, Alibelle.

Announcement: I had Morning Star Farms veggie Buffalo Wings with wasabi mayo.

Analysis: Yummy.

Insent, Perkins.

I love the Eighties is making me want a Tears for Fears cd. In much the same way that The Amazing Race makes me want to visit Switzerland.

I may be watching too much tv, but it is way too addictive to stop.

Is there a good way to find wedding registries without knowing where a couple is registered?

Oh, I just read that the Unabomber's girlfriend won the ladies only World Series of Poker. Did she play before they met, or is she that quick a study?