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Believe in magic!

Hey, are you dead? 'Cause if you are, I'm gonna take off.

Thanks to an undisclosed source, I was able to sleep last night. In fact, I just woke up an hour ago, so I think I'm all caught up now. I think I may have slept through the apocalypse, though. Did I miss anything good? Who'd the antichrist turn out to be? I bet it was Uwe Boll.

Oh, and if you don't know what I'm talking about, here's a handy link: Apocalypse believers await end, skeptics carry on
My horse would kill me for a cookie.

Kitty Snores

Max has been really lethargic for the last day and a half, and when he merely yawned and stretched at the sight of the laser pointer (which has been known to make him literally bounce off the walls), I decided that I would take him to the vet first thing in the morning, because something is clearly Not Right. I told mom about my intentions and she said, "Oh, he's not sick, he's in a food coma. I gave the cats some of the leftover turkey yesterday." And thus a source of great worry turned into a source of great amusement. Now that I know he's all right, I have no qualms about laughing at and taking pictures of him in his adorably droopy state.

Also, I'm going to have my gallbladder removed sometime in the week after Christmas. The doc's scheduler is going to phone tomorrow to set up the exact date. Goody.