turnabout:

• torturing her cats either by dressing them in people clothes or getting them high on catnip
• renewing library books online because we’re too lazy to return them
• training her cat to attack people (this was actually an unfortunate side-effect of training her cat to do backflips when we tapped on the wall)

They were important conversations, okay.

There’s a notice on my apartment building’s door from a location scout looking for an apartment to use for a Ben Stiller movie. Of course, my first thought was, “No, I could never do that—it would require me to clean my apartment.” Only 10 minutes later did it occur to me that 1) I have no place to stash my cats for a week, and 2) likely they would not want to use 6th-floor walkup anyway.

(Speaking of which, I felt like I was going to pass out when I got up the stairs tonight. It was rather worrying—I mean, I’m usually out of breath, but not that bad! Then I remembered that I’m short a pint of blood [blood drive at work today]. I suppose I should eat something before breaking open that bottle of moscato I picked up on the way home.)

Oh, dear. I seem to have spent all weekend playing Fable. In my defense, I almost never play video games; so spending most of two days in a row playing one isn’t too bad, right??