I'm home. I'm tired. My cat is working on forgiving me-- he's already gone through the enthusiastic greeting phase, and now he's remembered that he's miffed and he's ignoring me for a while.
Kevan has this crazy-assed idea that I should get up early tomorrow morning and go to a poker tournament with him. He's off his bloody rocker. Might actually happen.
Saw this on BoingBoing a few minutes ago, and thought it looked incredibly familiar... I have one exactly like it that my sister sent me for christmas a while ago. I feel like such a trendsetter.
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