I do not know why Arthur is conked out in the tub. Was conked out in the tub, he just landed on my shins. He seemed happy, though. While he was there.

[livejournal.com profile] fyrekat sent me some images of how to write Wepwawet. Yay!

Ocean's Eleven (the new one) seems to be my "I want to watch a movie but I don't want to watch any movie in particular" movie. This is something like the third time I've used it for that purpose.

The way I made my steak for dinner is now officially my Favorite Steak Preparation Method.

Trying to decide between irritated and depressed over feeling like a superfluous appendage; net result: snappishly morose. Don't ever say I can't compromise.

I wish I could get work done. I try and I just wind up staring into space. This helps neither the snappish nor the morose. (Addendum as of 4:46: Staring into the space that is the blank page does not produce better results. I hereby give up.)

And today's out of context quote, this from [livejournal.com profile] keeps: "I hear they didn't computer-enhance her breasts for the second one."


I should go clean the catbox, which I forgot to do. Mumble.
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