I never walked. I regret it only because I saw how into it my parents were when my sister walked. Then again, she graduated summa cum sumthing. I just graduated.

In fact, I've never been to any of my graduations, for one reason or another. The university one was the lamest--I was around, just didn't bother.

Hair is cut (it's really very simple, libkitty--just all over with a #2, leaving it a little long in the front) and bleach is on. I have a headache, but it's not a migraine, so I'm calling it a win and should have a little lie down.

Or vacuum.

We'll see.

Jesse, your graduation made NPR! Heh.

I have shopped, FINALLY gotten the old microwave off my floor and to Goodwill, got purred at by screech owls, screamed at by a bald eagle, scritched a couple of parrots, menaced (or flirted with, it wasn't clear) by a cattle egret, eyed by a barn owl, peered at by a hawk, bought a slipcover that doesn't fit, started cooking a pork loin, started a load of laundry and shredded some docs. Now I'm going to go kill my neighbor. If I hear "I pledge allegiance to the groove" ONE MORE FUCKING TIME... Some people are unclear on the concept of not sharing your music with every person within 50 yards.

Jesse, your graduation made NPR! Heh.

Ooh, on Weekend Edition? I should track that down. Someone had a newspaper article up on her phone before the party was even over last night.

If you watch the clip on CNN [link] , the guy with NO GOP on his hat was in my class.

Ooh, on Weekend Edition?

Yep. I'd say in the first half, but don't quote me on that.

For both my high school and college graduations, we were given a form to write out, phonetically, exactly how we wanted our names read. For college graduation, they got it right, no problem. For high school graduation, the person still couldn't pronounce my last name properly.

Which do I want for dinner: spaghetti, grilled cheese, or a tofurkey sandwich? (I've been shopping all day. I'm way too tired to do any real cooking.)

We did that at my undergrad, too. Sadly, my friend Megan (mee-gan, like Our Megan), thought her name was self-explanatory.

If I had those choices for dinner, it would be grilled cheese all the way.

I'd do the grilled cheese too.

As he is in so many other ways, Mister Kitty is unique in helping me make the bed. He does not tear around after wrinkles under the sheets, oh no. He gets made into the bed, lies on his back with all four paws splayed and punches the sheet, occasionally making a five point tent by adding his nose. Freak.

It would depend on what's on the spaghetti. I vote grilled cheese, in the absence of evidence.

I'm going to have hot cereal. I wish I had bananas, but the chances of me getting any and being back and fed in time to leave for the Lost gig are very small.

I'm having eggs with spinach, tomatoes, and cheese. Also 3 slices of turkey bacon.