My dad let the outside cat inside when he got home from work. He said she forced her way in. Now he is trying to lure her out from behind the couch with some kind of treat. Good luck. She has been trying to break in for a while now. I ate a huge bucket of popcorn at the movies today. Ok, I guess that is all I have to say.

The trunk of my car is leaking. I can't seem to find the time to call the repair shop and make an appointment and take that thing in there to get it fixed. It only leaks on the driver's side, so at least the other side is dry. Last week I put a foil wrapped piece of chocolate in that little pocket of my jeans and forgot about it. Several hours later I remembered and had to do a maneuver involving a fork to remove it with the least amount of chocolate getting on the outside of my pants. Saturday I went to the per pound goodwill in Vancouver for the first time. It was quite an experience. I bought three nice sweaters, a skirt, and a polaroid picture of a blur of light all for less than five dollars, including tax. In one of the bins there was a ziplock sandwich bag full of cheetos.

I'm so tired I could fall asleep right now and I would wake up with keyboard pattern impressed on my face. Vegan chocolate covered raisins...yum! I did the whole first thursday thing tonight and I went to reading frenzy and bought a stack of zines. Maybe I will finally be inspired to start on one of the many ideas I have...I seem to already be inspired though, I just can't get started. Maybe I'm spread too thin with other projects and such, or maybe I have an out of control fear of failure. Maybe I need to go to bed now.

I'm taking a break from my e-mail management project to write this. By e-mail management I mean I am sorting through the mess of my inbox as my yahoo storage space bar creeps toward the red danger zone, and I am sending pictures of my cute new haircut to people. Boys are dumb, as always. I was a pumpkin for Halloween. I estimate I spent 763 hours on that costume. I will be wearing it for at least the next 20 Halloweens. Last week my 10-year-old nephew told me my dark grey double-breasted coat was slimming. My head hurts and I really have nothing else to say. Well, except that earlier I was thinking maybe I would get a second puppet, maybe another monkey, and at work he could peek over the counter at the little kids as they come up to check out their books. I get stranger every day. Boys are dumb.