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// December 5th, 2008 // 2 Comments » // Life
Every night, Torgi the cat puts me to bed by chirping and nudging me until I stop doing whatever I am doing. Every morning, he head-butts me into consciousness because it is time for his breakfast.
Zen, in contrast, cannot be bothered. Her whims are her own, not to be shared with silly humans.
Right now Torgi is purring loudly while attempting to wedge himself in between me and my iPhone. He is winning.
// April 20th, 2008 // 2 Comments » // Life
FunkyPlaid and I were at the store until late last night, so I didn’t post my non-progress on the RSS fast. No matter; absolutely nothing has changed. I spend my time writing, reading, and puzzle-solving instead, and my stress levels are markedly down. Now I am absolutely convinced that I need to ditch my RSS reader permanently, and only read a handful of feeds on a start page like iGoogle or Netvibes.
We ran lots of errands today, relishing in our pre-cohabitation domesticity, wringing out the moments of our only day off together. Right now I am sipping pomegranate wine and eating dark-chocolate-covered pistachios while chatting with some old friends online as FunkyPlaid’s WoW character busies herself with the usual smiting of evil. Yawns escape my protesting lips; FunkyPlaid leaves for a trade show in Vegas tomorrow, so I won’t see him for a week, and I don’t want to fall asleep yet. But who defeats sleep?
