Tuesday. Yay.

My cats are driving me nuts. Right now Sammy is on my lap licking one of my hands so I have to type one-handed. Now... if I was working I'd push him off — but it hardly seems warranted for more effective blogging. He's so sweet, but, damn... if I wanted a super-needy little creature I'd get a dog. Or have a baby.

Bea, too. Earlier I had to battle it out with her to stop head-butting my screen. Before that, I fought with her to stay off the kitchen counter, and before that, out of the plants. You'd think my being home so much would lead to less attention-hungry cats, but it seems the opposite is true.

If I put up a Christmas tree I might have to shoot a cat.

In other news, I've contacted a few more people about work, done some more name change stuff, some laundry and some organizational stuff. Bo-ring.

I do have an interview tomorrow. Wish me luck. Then therapy, then on Thursday I'm attending the Thanksgiving Feast at my old job. Not the most recent job, obviously.

Still looking for a roomie, damn.

Saw Marie Antoinette this weekend. Purty. Shallow, but very lovely. Like some rococo acid trip.

Um, that's all. Kisses!