four legs good.

in other news: my cat is pulling my clothing into her water bowl. I have no suppositions as to what's brought on her passive aggressive tactics. It's possible this is just her particular pathology. Before I bought a covered litter box, she would drag plastic bags, shorts, whatever was available into her litter box. I don't understand. I tell her "Indy I don't get you" but as far as I can tell, Indy is content to be a mystery to all but herself. Sneaky. Underhanded.

Blargh. Have to work. Blah blah blah. No meat man at the store. Blah blah blah. Come home next week, k? Blah blabbidy blah. Love you too, k bye.
Blargh.

Oh, I'm gonna make it do what it do baby.

Completely moved out.
Completely, of course, does not include 1. A small fan.
2. A grill.
3. A pastel drawing of a lizard and an ant.

Otherwise, we're golden. It's very quiet here, so I opened the window and I can hear the drunks walking to and from Sloopy's or Miani's or Chachkey's or whatever it is this week.

Indy is laying down exactly behind me. Scratch that.

EVERYONE - My cat can read. She wants to make me into a falsifier of information. And in the most passive aggressive way. She's rubbing my legs now. What an underhanded sneak.

Also, I've been to the supermarket twice today. In an effort to stop living out of Taco Bells, I figured out three easy meals I could make out of one pot...
one pot...
I have no skillet. No sauce pan. No double-pot vegetable steamer thing.
I have a slow cooker and a french press and a casserole dish.

And a pot.

SO I bought coffee and stuff for mashed potatoes and was creeped out boiling water on an electric range and guess what. I don't have any cleaning supplies. Now I do, and a belly full of carbs and some bubble bath. I'm going to edit and then take a (well-deserved god damnit) bath.