non threatening boy == not going to push me into doing something I don't want to do. Which is good 'cause I don't know what I want to do. I liked nice guys, not mean guys. and mean was very broad definition when I was an early adolescent.

surgery ~~ma~~ job~~ma~~ and a few bits of car ~~ma~~

interviewing is very hard -- Matt had one day with two four hour interviews. Crazy. he had 4 30-minute interview with one co today -- and then he has a phone interview tonight.

I got my first Facebook friend request from a work person the other day - and someone who also pointed out that there's a mutual Buffista on our friend lists. (Well, she doesn't know about the Buffista part. But the mutual friend is one of us.) Unexpected.

~ma to all in need.

Surgery went smoothly, and we're home now. The Boy is full of percocet and is sleeping, and I'm about to go join him. Uh, for the sleeping, not the percocet. Am very tired.

Thanks for all the good thoughts, folks.

Sleep well, perverts.

Aww, man. Look what we missed. Absinthe Party at the Hollywood Forever Cemetary

Note to Wife: 100% Hat Porn

Aims! Monsters, Inc. attraction to open at Tokyo Disney

Car is dropped off and I should be able to drive it tomorrow!

Shir, and others interested. Co-worker passed my e-mail off to caterer gal. Was kinda hoping for the other way around, but understanable, I suppose. Dunno when he passed it (or if, for that matter). Hopefully it was today, which would explain the lack of correspondence as of yet. Cross your fingers.

I'm done with housework for the night, now that I have screamed myself hoarse. Tried to clean the bathroom, ran out of Scrubbing Bubbles half way through the shower. The downstairs cat litter box is a convoluted contraption that is supposed to sift the litter if you take the trays out in a certain way, except that I make as much mess doing that, as I do getting a tear in the bag I've emptied the litter into. Which explains why the thing has ridiculously large clips holding the cover onto the actual litter pan. Which is what today's plastic trash bag got caught on. Which is why I was shouting, "No, No, NO!" causing the cats two rooms away to flip out like the little mammals they are. Which is why, after I had swept up the mess, taken out all the trash and recycling, I came in to sit at my computer, to find the desk chair rolling rather crunchily over a broken glass. Cue me flipping out like a mammal.

I hope they don't mind waiting for Daniel to get home from work to get fed. I'm done.

Prepare to be slain by the perky, four year old [link] witch, my niece Hailey, with visual aid for "Itsy, Bitsy Spider".