I went to, essentially, Greendale-in-the desert and then Arizona State.I went to class with a lot of people's moms and have depressingly few "college" stories.

When I was in college, I was considered "rich" among my group of friends because my parents paid my tuition (the parts that weren't covered by a scholarship, anyway), and I could fly home for Thanksgiving and spring break, and I didn't have to have a job during the school year, and my mom was a stay-at-home mom. Also because I was Jewish, but I didn't figure out that that was part of the reasoning for a while.

I think they're opening a new one in Kansas City, or somewhere really unlikely-sounding like that.

The one in KC has been open for a year, and I got dragged there. And yes, I made pretty much verbatim the sames jokes. And giggled all the way through the menu.

I went to class with a lot of people's moms and have depressingly few "college" stories.

This is me for the most part too. My degree was pieced together over 4 institutions over 16 years. Almost all night classes with other students that worked full time during the day. We were too busy to have stories. Sigh.

My cats don't test gravity. But they will walk on my bed side table and headbutt the lamp shade to wake me up. Short of replacing the lamp, I'm not quite sure what to do. I've move it away from the wall, tightened the clamp thing... Bratty cats.

All that is going to be accomplished today is laundry and swim. At least I got a lot done yesterday. Sundays are black holes of no motivation, apparently.

Gracie just climbs up on my fucking head. And she can't really retract her claws anymore. So that's fun.

Cortez's intense hair-licking was his wake-up notice for us, and it was a little disturbing.

He was a really well-behaved, polite guy, but every once in a while when he was clearly bored, he would sit on the counter and push things off. Keys, sunglasses, your phone, whatever.

Today is non-productive to the max. Not even in the mood to hit the farmer's market. I do have a massage appointment but I want to watch baseball after that, so back home to the couch.

The cats tag-team me in the mornings if I don't get up when they want me to. First Gray Cat wails in the hallway, and wails under the bad, and wails and wails until drag myself out of bed to feed them. If I don't get up, he gets bored and goes downstairs, and in a minute Leo the Ginger Cat comes up and walks all over me and PURRS really loudly, like real loud, how does he do that, and starts playing with my glasses. If THAT doesn't work, he leaves and Percy the Emo Cat comes in and mews in his precious little loud voice and jumps on the bed and sits on my shoulder and FARTS. Sometimes it happens in a different order, but they never do it all together; they take turns. They know what they're doing, the intelligent little wretches.

The drugs have kicked in, by the way. My head still hurts but I care less.