Well, my faithful readers, I have somehow survived the long weekend in Hometown. It's times like these that I know that it's for the best that I do not live there, as if I did I don't think I would be able to survive all of the going out and the madness. Now, I know what you're thinking: if I lived there full-time, things wouldn't be so mad, right? Yeah, I think that's a false assumption, looking at the fashion in which my friends who live there conduct their lives. No, it's good that I only do it up like that a few times a year.
So yesterday I packed up my little Man-Kitty into his new carrying case and we headed home. While the Man-Kitty does like his new carrying case much more than his old one, he was miffed that we had to leave my parents' house. He's very into visiting them. It almost makes me feel bad, except this morning when he woke up he was all snuggly and purry, and I believe that signifies that ultimately he really does like me best. (Of course, what choice does he have, really, since when we're at home I'm all he's got?)
But so now it's time to work. I've got a paper to revise, a paper to write from scratch, and that special issue of that mini-journal to put together. The likelihood of me making any progress on these projects is approximately .05%. The reality is that I will probably take to my bed with a book and laze about today, although I will feel guilty for doing so. So I suppose this post is done, and I will leave you with a picture of the Man-Kitty in his new Carrying Case. He's such a ham.
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