Right here, dear reader.
I've been doing nothing but work, sleep, and watch TV. Hell: I haven't even been off of my property more than ten times in the last month... and that includes 5-minute trips to the store for milk 'n stuff.
The television series "24", season 2, has been replaying here every night at 7:00, Monday through Friday, so right when I should be putting the exclamation point on a long day of typing, I'm stopping for an hour to watch deus ex machina duke it out with Murphy's Law. Therefore, the 8:00 p.m. bar jaunt is out for a month. (That is assuming that season 3 isn't up next.)
Go is still cleaning her heart out. Took is still studying... but she is sick now with a throat-based illness of some kind, and has had it for a week already.
Pridi is pregnant... probably by the big tomcat next door. Well, after this litter, everyone is going to the vet's for feline antieugenics. At $30 bucks a snip, it's not that bad. Should have done it sooner, but why cut off my family after one generation?
Pramoj is my white shadow, following me everywhere as if my presence were his oxygen. He — in very un-cat-like fashion — crawls under my covers at night and curls up against my belly to sleep.
Speaking of bellies, mine is quite large still. I'm going to be purchasing an exercise bike soon, and will be pedaling away the pounds... kicking the kilos. (Assuming I can stop that goddamn Burger King delivery guy from stopping by my house every day with a Whopper. I don't know what his problem is.)
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