There are 581 messages on Bloglines waiting to be read.

I feel guilty marking them read. Why? I swear, if I could understand half of the things I do, it’d be like getting to know a whole ‘nother person. A whole ‘nother stupid person.

I simply haven’t had the energy to keep up with WEE, which sucks because I think it’s a great thing.

So, WEE will be unupdated for the forseeable future.

When will I stop being so tired?

What of it?

We have to give Orson a pill.

Orson is a Giant Kitty. A Giant Angry Kitty.

This is what he looks like when he’s happy!

That means you’re bored and need something to do.

Try this. You’ll regret it, but try it anyway.

Well, that pair of days was pretty much worthless.

Now I get to feel that feeling when you looked forward to a weekend and then frittered it away like a fritter. Damn.

Better than evisceration, but only barely.

I love the idea of a cat tree, with them growing furry like peaches.

But we’ve bought and assembled a giant piece of cat furniture from this company. If you need a tree for cats, very highly recommended.

In any case, it led to a cartoon moment. Irving was in the cat hut. Albert, who hates Irving, was on the floor. Albert leaped into the air to get to the hut, found that Irving was in the hut, and in mid-leap managed to apply cat brakes and hurtle back down to the floor.

Cat physics. There should be a graduate degree in there.

How about “not entirely embarrassing” and “better than a stick in the eye”?

And I’m gonna use a word I have never before used in a poem! And it’s gonna be spectacular, yes, and shiny!