Today, I have established that cats do not like coffee. That’s the scientific result of a brief survey of cats–uhm, cat–specifically, my cat… Well a quasi-psuedoscientific study, anyway. There’s not a lot of difference between the sound of a packet of instant coffee being opened, and the sound of a packet of cat treats being

An Update before I sleep…

I’m genuinely exhausted, but I’m stretching the day just a little further to get a blog post out. Isn’t that responsible of me? Someday, I’m going to do an hour-by-hour comparison of what my current schedule looks like next to a normal, 9-5 schedule, and realize that I’m staying up til my midnight every day.

Unproposing Marriage, and other Emily Post Moments

I was thinking about an old friend, today. No reason. Except… uhm… maybe the latest blockbuster murder brought it up. Specifically, the question was… how long would it take my grade school era best friend to kill me, if we had gotten married? Okay. So, he’d probably (almost certainly) pick a healthier alternative to murder.

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