Sigh. I'm in what can only be called a surly, foul mood. I had a cruddy day at work today. The cat, true to form, barfed on the new sheets. I was reminded of something that happened in my life that caused me a lot of pain. (And Suz, don't worry about the discussion. It's just when I think about it, I'm reminded of how really very angry I still am.) It's extremely hot in Texas. And there are a handful of other things I could grouse about, but I'm just not up to it at the moment. So, instead, I think I'll go off and read one of my new books and have a nice long sulk.

Sulk sulk sulk.

I'll try to be happier next time.

Welp, it's official now, so I can share with my readers who don't know. I turned in my two weeks on Thursday. It was a very tough decision to make, because I really adore the people I work with - as anyone who was around Mooville when I left there can attest, I'm horrible at leaving behind my friends. However, the opportunity was too good to pass up, and I'm very excited at the prospect of working on a new project. (And if you can't guess where I'm going, drop me an email and I'll clue you in.)

To celebrate my weekend, I popped out and picked up my first pair of 400-thread-count sheets. Partly because my sheets don't fit my new bed (pillow top and a feather bed on that), and partly because I wanted new sheets. I'm assuming that since they cost as much as, oh, three or four queen sheet sets of the cheapie kind, these things will be with me for many years. Though I already saw Chet eyeing them for where he could target first for a good hurl. I know my cat too well.

It has now officially reached the "Oh god it's hot" season here in Texas. The cat has slowed down to a snail's pace, and so have I. I'm gazing out on four months or so of wondering why I chose a 'quirky, fun house' over a 'central-air-conditioned house'. Whee!

I had this strange idea that I was going to get up early this morning and clean the house before the deliverymen came with the mattress. So I woke up, grabbed the laundry off the floor and popped it into the washer, cleaned off the kitchen counter, rinsed out the dishes in the sink, opened the closet and looked at the vacum cleaner,... and realized that unless I was planning some sort of 70's bow-chick-a-bow-bow porn moment with the delivery guys, there wasn't much sense in what I was doing.

Uh. Corey? According to your little quiz, I apparently need to get in touch with my inner... Bjork. Yeah. That's me.

Texas is hot. Men drive trucks here that are bigger than some apartments I've lived in. Tomorrow my new mattress is delivered (no more sleeping on the couch!). I was hoping to have a relaxing evening, but apparently I'll be muddling through some big things which will be more apparent later this week. And hand-feeding a big orange cat, who of late has been horking up dry cat food in favor of expensive canned stuff.

Sometimes I miss being a kid. I miss having someone make all of my decisions for me.

I've been playing Clive Barker's Undying. Creepy game. Not to be played with the lights off. And, unfortunately, contains proof that game designers still haven't realized that jumping puzzles are not fun. Hence, why I'm not playing at the moment.

Oh yeah, and don't click that link if you have a slow connection. Nothing like seeing "45 items left to load" in your browser status. ;) However, if you do have a fast connection - it's a very pretty website and does the game justice.

After eight years, and five states, my futon - the first bed I ever bought myself, is currently sitting out on the curb awaiting bulk trash pickup tomorrow. I could go into the years of memories associated with that particular bundle of cotton, but it might be prudent to keep my mouth shut there. It does look awfully forlorn sitting out there by the curb though.

I've been thwapped with the honorary moo stick! Woo!

Saw "Shrek" tonight with some friends in celebration of my birthday. It's cute, witty in parts, not witty in others, and has amazing animation. Now if I could just get beyond the fact that one of the characters, who is supposed to be grotesquely ugly, looks like, uh, me. If I had tiny little pointy ears and was green. Fortunately before I even finished pointing that out, my friend Tom - who has now earned my undying devotion - said, "Yeah! For being unattractive, they just didn't make her very unattractive!" I love him.

* OK, and since he reads this blog - yeah, I know that wasn't an exact quote, but I adore you just the same for the thought.

Oh. My. God. Peep Theater does "Romeo and Juliet".

I think I just hurt myself laughing.

Thanks for the tip, Corey - even if it was meant for Bear. ;-)

Catnip plant update: At 4:00 in the morning I was awakened by the sound of a kitty rumble on my front porch as the Sharks and the Jets fought over rights to the catnip plant. Chet cheered them on from the window, and the next morning I went out to find the plant victim to the warring gangs. It's currently recuperating on my kitchen windowsill, and my absolute angel of a cat hasn't even touched it.

Of course, that may just be because he hasn't figured out where it is...