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My cats are driving me insane. Every single morning at 4:30, Khaki decides that it's time go get up. I don't even think it's because she wants to eat. She just wants to terrorize me and punish me for not being nocturnal. She does a flying leap from the floor beside the bed over my head, lands on the pillow on the other side, crashes onto the floor, circles speedily around the bottom of the bed, and does it again. And again. Until I'm twitching and jumping and croaking, "KHAKI. WHAT. THE FUCK." And I put both of them out of the room. I cannot take much more of this foolishness. Even Marley, fat but fast, can't keep up with her when she's on one of these bed-hopping rampages. It's like she's possessed by some kind of late night demon who compels her with its evilness into this horrid race with herself and with my sanity. Daisy and Zuko have taken a lesson from the cats and are now eating me out of house and home. They cannot get enough dog chow. I don't know what it is. I thought the heat would slow them down, but no. No. They still rip through the house and practically knock me off of my feet half the time. I'm kind of ready for a pet vacation. Martha's Vineyard, here I come. Last night Queer Eye featured what I believe to be its second Bring It On allusion, the first being one of the guys saying, "Those aren't spirit fingers!" in one of the early episodes. When Carson said last night, "There must be some Toros in the atmosphere!" I choked on my ice cream sandwich because I was so overcome with glee. Perhaps Carson and I are indeed one. ONE. Houses on my street are now selling for more double what I paid for mine. These are teeny tiny wee little houses. Cute, but wee. They are selling for this much because of location in town, which is all fine by me, but it's just so weird. Like, my price was the going rate, but one house got insanely remodeled with all kinds of crazy fanciness, and it sold through the roof, and now everybody is following his lead and selling theirs for around the same price. They're in the parish of an excellent Catholic school which is probably the primary reason the prices can be so jacked up, so parents can get their kids into the school. Isn't that insane? Maybe, but that's just life here. My overall neighborhood area can be summed up as follows: row of crackhouses, row of teeny tiny wee little cute houses (I like to think that mine falls into this category), row of gigantic mansions (one of which I was convinced was used as the exterior shot of Daddy Warbucks's hosue when I was a small child), rinse, lather, repeat. It's all good. I like it a lot. It's interesting. I'm not too close to the crackhouse rows, and it's tremendously awesome for dog walking, and there are humongous trees and miles of sidewalks and really, I feel the neighborhood love. And it's only a good thing if houses my size are going for nearly twice what I paid for mine two years ago. (The mansions? Forget about it. They go for quadruple what I paid for mine, if not more.) My sister is getting back from Yellowstone tonight. I wonder if she saw any bears. Speaking of bears, am I the only one obsessed with the pandas at the San Diego Zoo? I spent the entirety of a computer class at work last week watching the Panda Cam instead of following along with the presentation. I am kind of depressed about the second twin not being born. Or if it has been, I missed the news. Because I am an idiot and cannot subscribe to the idea that animals don't have feelings, I wonder if Bai Yun is sad? I am a loser maybe, but I love these fucking pandas. I just put in my work leave request for Web Writers Weekend, and now I'm trying to convince Toni to ride with me. (Toni, am I allowed to link your weblog here? Or is it supposed to be anonymous? Why don't I know this?) Now I must go to a work baby shower for which I collected the money for gifts from my division, did the shopping, and wrapped. I am a glutton for punishment, I guess. Or maybe I just feel like karma demands that I throw a lot into a co-worker's shower because of how hard my co-workers worked on mine only to have their gifts flung back at them two days later. I'm only going because I hear there will be lots of cookies.
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