Wee! It turns out the morning class instructor is having serious car trouble, and comes from far enough away that he can't make it to class tomorrow, so it's cancelled! I can sleep in late!

Man, Conan and Colbert were on Jon's show, and now Conan and Jon are on Colbert.

The other night Stewart was on Colbert playing a videotape (an actual VHS video tape) of Conan being on Stewart's old show a gazillion years ago. Hysterical. Also, next to Conan, Stewart is a wee little puppet man.

That place looks so wonderful, Kat. And I love goats. Snakes, not so much, but you can't have everything. Do you know what kind of goats they are? Are any of them billies?

I once went to a goat show with my cousin, and a friend of hers didn't have anyone to show one of her goats, so I ended up showing this darling little pygmy whether. It was so much fun. The show was like a dog show (in a parking lot, no less) and the owner said the whether's had such great personalities that they really were like pet dogs, only easier. This is why, although I'm not against eating goat in theory, I'm not sure that I could eat goat.

Goat is tasty.

Now that I think about it, I have eaten nearly every animal that my sister ever had for a pet. Goats, rabbits, horses. Hee. Never eaten a parakeet though. Or a mouse.

I only ever had goldfish. I dunno if eating bluegill counts as eating pet species.

I have now collected the laundry I was doing, and I've learned the following: Clorox Bleach Pens do both diddly and squat. Crap. I was feeling rather miserable last night, and I was laying in bed, as one does, when my boy cat decided I looked like prey and he got my arm nice and bloody. Which I didn't realize. When I woke up this morning, there was blood on the top sheet, the fitted sheet, and the mattress protector. What a lovely gory mess. Now I have to figure out a way to fix these sheets, or explain to my aunt that no, I'm really not a cutter. I swear. Darn it.

At least there was sunshine today, I'm over whatever stomach bug I had, my arm has clotted, and my taxes are done. I am now all cheer over here.

Yesterday I saw an elk. A

No one asked if there was a dog in it? REALLY????

t beat

Was there a dog in it?

I thought about that.

But no.

I mean, not that I know of. It was alert and walking around and tossing its head and shying away from the car. So if there was a dog in elk, it was in the process of being digested, instead of the other way round.

I need help - that area of Louisiana - out there in the ocean that is supposed to naturally help weken or protect against hurricanes - what is that area called? Not flood plain....something else.

Something break...I think.

I really should try to sleep.