It's spring. The flies and mosquitos aren't back yet, but the horrid leggy bugs are back. I've seen a few outdoors, but two inside so far.

One was by the bookcase the other day, and I couldn't step on it fast enough, but the other...ah, the other. That I saw while Sally was playing with it and eating it yesterday. I knew it was a good idea to get this cat, Baldrick is not so good with the bug eating. Yay Sally!

At the show last night, Omar's wife and cousin came, ah how long it has been since they mattered to me. The wife looked good, happy and maybe like she's lost some weight, the cousin looked just as tight and pinched as always.

I asked him when his daughter was coming, and he said that she wasn't coming, because she's off working! I looked up the theatre that she's working at, which is a great place, and an upcoming show is starring Eddie Mekka and Adrian Zmed, how hilarious is that?

Of course, she's only 20 or 21, so she doesn't know what a classic cast that is, but my God! The Big Ragu and the Dance Fever guy in the same show, what a dream come true!

I painted my nails last night with one of the new polishes that I bought recently, and realized that I already have this nail polish.

I am officially a nail polish junkie.

I've gotta tell you, this is one of the most interesting journal entries ever. It totally makes me want to go to a Ren Faire! Not only that, it totally makes me want to go to the Georgia Ren Faire, and I am the least likely person to go to a Ren Faire that you know.

And I'm reading it so late because who knew that Lindsay had started a Live Journal? I suppose I should have, since everyone on earth apparently has one of those things now!

The song I was singing all day:

"My Conviction" from Hair

I would just like to say
That it is my conviction
That longer hair and other flamboyant
Affectations
Of appearance are nothing more
Than the male's emergence
From his drab camouflage
Into the gaudy plumage
That is the birthright of his sex

There is a peculiar notion
That elegant plumage
And fine feathers
Are not proper for the male
When actually
That is the way thing are
In most species

Hey, if anyone wants an autographed picture of my dad, there's one for sale on ebay!

Today's horoscope:
Complete and total freedom, or settling down permanently, romantically, complete with a white picket fence? What a decision! Better make it soon, though. That ticking is the sound of your patience wearing thin.

One year ago today:
I guess it's because they have a Chairman Kaga Jr. (apparently, his nephew--who else does this remind of Uncle Jack suddenly appearing in Land of the Lost? Only me?) also pretending to have something non-fictional to do with the goings on.

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