Oh, msbelle. I am so sorry.

Under the bed is swept. I have not done it since I moved in in October, and I do not think it had been done in the last two years.

Cat boxes washed and drying outside, upstairs trash dumped, upstairs swiffered. Break.

Ah, cat rediscovered homemade cat toy from under bed. (foot of pantyhose stuffed with nip and a crumpled piece of paper and knotted.)

Cat is going CRAZY.

Jesse, I gave a presentation at a conference Friday, and not only was I not introduced, there was nobody official in the room to start the session. I stood up and said, "well, I guess we should get started" and introduced myself and my co-presenter.

So annoying! I forget if it was the info session or the first orientation meeting at my grad school, but I swear they were just like, "And of course, Sue!" OK, I had no idea who Sue was. I quickly got to know her, and why anyone would assume everyone knows her, but guess what? When you're brand new, you don't know!!

You don't know SUE, Jesse?!

God, everyone knows Sue. I know Sue!

Dad heart-ma for Laga.

Job-ma for Fern.

God, everyone knows Sue. I know Sue!

I know Sue! Sue the T-Rex!

Cat is going CRAZY.

I had forgetten about a small inch-square box for some cheap earrings I had ordered a while ago but never put away. Well, the box got knocked off the back of the foyer table onto the floor, whereupon the cat pounced on it and turned it into her favoritest toy ever. It's the perfect size for her to bat around, and the cheap earrings inside make a terrific rattling noise.

God, everyone knows Sue. I know Sue!

I know, right??

Now I'm going to scheme on how to sneak in, of course.... And/or get someone I know to stay there!

The guy in Canada who used to run a blog on how to go urban exploring in service tunnels and abandoned buildings and such had a whole long piece on how to scam your way into free hotel swimming.

It wasn't that hard; you just had to brazen it out. Mostly go on a busy day and follow somebody in with a card key.

That's what I figure. Also, wear something that looks like clothes for when I get into the elevator, but whips off for when I get out, so it looks like I just wore my suit from my room....

Although, since this place was first on the list of best roof decks in Boston, I imagine they have actual security of some kind. And on the flip side, I snuck into a fancy South Beach pool one time because it was quiet, so the staff basically didn't care. They knew we weren't staying there.

Hi everyone! ::waves::

Thanks to Kat, I now have beautiful, peacock feather-colored nails. yay!