The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

AURGH! I found another CD that my charming college roommates obsconded with...the first disc of my Rent soundtrack. Just....the first disc. I have the second. This somehow makes the whole situation that much more annoying.

Erik, meanwhile, has found a way to compensate for the lack of adrenaline rushes when he's not working - provoking Gracie O'Malley the Pirate Cat into leaping, claws extended, in the general direction of his face. Since she's known to, without provocation, attack anything from the dog to my slippers to the mail, this isn't all that difficult. When the cat isn't handy, he instead tries driving the Mini Way Too Fast down our gravel road, causing the tires to lose contact with the road and fishtailing to occur. Which, as you might imagine, causes marital strife. Martial strife, even. There are things that Just Aren't Done, and messing with the Mini is one of them.

Wow...it's 2AM, I'm convinced I have to work tomorrow, I've been up since 6AM, and I'm not even remotely tired Neat! I've been spending much of the day rediscovering how remarkably fun (where "fun" = "something other than fun") downloading MP3s is on a dial-up connection. Sigh...