N&G are still adorable.

Since Md's paltry earthquake, I regularly have earthquake nightmares. House falling down kind. I kinda fucking hate it. CA: KEEP IT TO YERSELVES!

I faked going to bed so dad would go to bed and I could have the downstairs to myself. I don't think that makes me a bad daughter. Just a clever one, cognizant of my father's inability to see that I NEED SPACE.

Pretty sure pumpkin-halloween cat is crying downstairs. I went and visited her again, such a love. But she's got food, water, bedding, safety. She's FINE. Hell, she just hit the fucking jackpot. My mother is trying to name her. Goddamnit, mom. I'll find her a good home, I really really do not want to try an introduction cycle at this point.

Pumpkin would be a good name.

Good news on the fuck cancer front: Study shows radiation treatment after surgery for breast cancer lowers the risk that the disease will recur significantly more than previously thought [link]

Wow. Grey's has a couple notable guest stars tonight.

I got a lot of space on my trip back home because I woke up every morning at 3, and my father didn't get up before 7. And sometimes I could send him back to bed. The sleep tradeoff was worth it, because the rest of my job was to not have any space. My poor mother. But then the day we told her to call us when she wanted us, she didn't call. So I just called her and told her we were moving in. Because I would have sat there from 8-8 otherwise.

Did I mention my poor mother?

heh. The thing is, my mother goes to bed around 9 or 10, regardless of timezone because she doesn't sleep well. And partially, she goes to bed to read, knowing I've had enough. My dear, darling, CLUELESS father does not. His hours are like mine, but he'll bow to peer pressure. So I have a couple hours to myself.

Love him to death, would defend him to critics, but ooohhh, I must manage him for my sake.

I'm a bit angry at the reduction in prison meals, frankly. Like most things in prison, it greatly affects the poorest inmates disproportionately.

It seems like this country keeps trying to outdo countries like Iran and North Korea in certain areas.

Noah and Grace's soccer picture slayed me.

I got approved on Fleshbot. Under my "real" main name. I was not planning to do that. But I heard they're really lonely and will star anyone that comes by.

It has the same colour scheme as Jezebel. I got confused.

Too many earthquakes!

Shrift and I drove over an hour and a half each way to go to the taco truck in Hanalei today.

Totally worth it.

I'm a bit angry at the reduction in prison meals, frankly. Like most things in prison, it greatly affects the poorest inmates disproportionately.

Yes, this.

Sarameg, the cat you rescued looks adorable!

The NY Post has the tackiest front page today. I just cannot get over it. For those who don't want to see the bloody face (perhaps digitally composed, I don't know) of Khadafy, I'll spare you.

The headline:

"Khadafy killed by Yankee Fan" with subhead "Gunman had more hits than A-Rod" and there is a young man in a Yankee cap holding a gun in a separate smaller photo.

(shaking my head)

That's the Post for you.

In Spoiled Princess news, I miss room service, and a per diem.