Last Saturday, Stewart and I adopted a baby girl, named Alice. She is a short haired tuxedo who likes to curl up right under me when I'm typing. She also enjoys terrorizing Charlie and Jake.
We also recently moved into the attic, which looks amazing and smells markedly better now that there is not cat mess everywhere. My Piet Mondrian inspired wall came out AMAZING.
I also built a couple bookcases and a desk. Sometimes I am awestruck by my own handiness.
Nick is dying. Very rapidly. There are blood clots and infection. The parents are up and trying to take care of things. Which is becoming increasingly difficult now that Nick is refusing to go to Texas with them. There is drama. I have an opinion. It is not the time to share it.
I've decided that Eharmony has every right to not partner gay members if that's what they choose, it being their research, business and religion. This corresponds with my newest life fear that instead of being a spinster cat lady living with my sister, I'm going to be in a bomb shelter somewhere in middle America with a tin foil hat and a rifle. I want The Man out of my business (not to be confuse with the man, a.k.a. my dad). I also wholly oppose the idea of personal gps that lets you track your friends. Stewart thinks it's cool. But i know there are people I don't want readily able to find me.
Stewart and I have decided on the theme for our birthday party. Heroes and Villians. It's a costume party. The date is up in the air as of yet, because there are people we want there who may or may not be in town.
We intend to go to FB for a weekend to visit Danny and others.
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