So last night I was bored as hell, watching the clock, waiting for it to be time to go to bed, until I finally realized "Hey, I can go to bed whenever I want!" and fell into bed at 11p, setting the alarm for 8a, an hour earlier than usual.

"This'll be great!" I thought, "I'll get nine hours of sleep on a weekday and leap out of bed at eight o'clock, refreshed and revitalized as a young gazelle!"

Well, I forgot about the Bad Kitty Factor.

Them Bad Kitties, you see, always get bored with me sleeping for too long, and start fighting around my head after about six or seven hours, so going to bed at 11p meant that the barney began at 5a.

Argh.

I didn't get back to sleep until 6a, and when the alarm rang at 8a, I started whapping that snoozebar fit to beat the band, finally peeling myself out of bed at ten to nine.

The night felt about six years long, what with all the waking and sleeping and vivid dreams that I didn't know were dreams. I dreamt that Baldrick could talk--well, not talk, but meow and I knew what he meant. We were at my Mom's house and he was looking out the sliding glass door to the front porch, and he said "Tell that person out there to turn around," and I looked, and there was a boy out there! It was very exciting, that he could make himself understood.

I also dreamt that on the porch was a bright pink rabbit that, if you petted him, no matter how lightly, hunks of his body would fall off.

And, best of all, I dreamt about eating the nicest snack in the world, made with a couple of really special secret ingredients, and I was writing a letter to the woman who fed it to me to get the recipe and the ingredients, but then I woke up.

Wait, maybe that was the worst of all, that the snack doesn't exist. Can we all tell that I'm dieting? When I dream of food, then I know that I'm doing it right.

Great Christ, it's cold.

When I left the house yesterday morning, it was 10° with a windchill of -24° (right now it's 9° with a windchill of only -19°--practically balmy!). It took me about two minutes to walk from the house to the van, and one was just pulling up, so I wasn't outside long. When I sat down in the van, my hair was completely frozen.

Now that's cold!

And then, walking up 42nd St, the coldest street in the city because it is a perfect wind tunnel, the wind was so cold that I couldn't open my eyes even with my hand over them, and I couldn't breathe, so I had to turn around and walk backwards into the wind.

Gee, I can hardly wait to get out there again today...

I was gonna write about my reaction to Ally McBeal last night, the first episode that I have watched in longer than a year, but Melissa did it for me. Except that I never dated Pete.

So, did you notice above when I said that I hit the snoozebar? Well, that was foreshadowing, you see, because guess who's back? Yay!

Today's horoscope:
Scheme, dream and seek inspiration for ideas which will lead to more achievements. Planning today leads to success in the future.

One year ago today:
45. Live or die? Live.

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