PARKING SPACE. Dude. I have never been quite so excited about the acquisition of anything in my life - especially the acquisition of something as nebulous as a stretch of concrete. I got up this morning, got ready, walked out to my car, opened the garage door, and drove to work - like a normal city-dwelling human being. I didn’t have to freak out about parking meters or dimes or quarters or parking tickets or being unsafe or anything. It was SWEET ASS.

We are going to try to acclimate the cats to each other over our lazy-day-vacation at the end of the month. Any suggestions for getting a 10-lb 4yo male cat (who already lives somewhere) and a 19-lb 4yo male cat (who DOESN’T) to get along peacably? Crave already has some ideas, but we’re definitely open. Personality-wise, they are pretty much nothing alike. One’s kinda rascally in a lovable-scoundrel kind of way, and the other one is a complete shameless attention whore. Come to think of it, that last part sounds a little like me and Crave. HAH!

Okay, back to the grind. I am sick of being sick, goddammit. Send us good vibes for getting over this shit before we go to L.A. this weekend. I don’t want snot flinging from my face while I’m riding roller coasters, ‘cause how nasty would THAT be?