I'ma just leave this here.

Towels. I needs them.

Life report

It's been bloody hot in the Valley lately, which sucks. I don't mind the heat, but I do mind humidity, and I mind that sense of crushing oppression that comes with hot weather that reduces me to flopping on the couch whining about how damn hot I am and not really feeling like doing anything other than that. "So put the A/C on," you say, but while that fixes the temperature temporarily (and only sorta in our apartment - Squire construction/placement of A/C units mystifies me) it doesn't fix the oppressive effect. It's like having an atmospheric cat sitting on you all the damn time. It sucks. I got shit to do.

Speaking of cats, Ash and Lily made it to almost amicable and then suddenly Ash had a surge of teenage kitty hormones and has been chasing Lily around trying to, well, mount her. She is about as happy about this as you can imagine, and we've been alternately spraying him and tossing him into the bathroom to give her a break, although while he's shut up she hangs out outside of his room or the bathroom like "hey, stupid boy thing, you okay?" so I don't even know what all is going on in her little cat head. I'm hoping this is just the last of the catosterone working itself out since his neutering was pretty recent and that when it wears off he'll settle down and mostly cut it out with the dominance play.

In other concerning news, I've bumped up his initial vet appointment since while Dakin said his respiratory infection cleared up, he's still occasionally sneezing. More alarmingly, he gets extremely winded after physical exertion - I was playing with both of them for about 10 minutes with the laser pointer (which they both go batshit for so at least i can engage them both with it) and he ended up laying flat on the tile panting like an overexcited puppy, which is really worrisome in cats. Considering he did get his breath back and didn't seem in distress other than breathing really hard, I don't think anything too major is wrong, but we're gonna take it easy with the running him ragged until we get an okay from the vet. It could be that he's just out of shape and asthmatic (he's not fat, but he doesn't have any real meat on him either), but then again he was also just dewormed and he could be damaged in the heart department. So we'll keep an eye on him. Meanwhile he's eating like a hog, so maybe he'll start packing on some muscle.

I hate that July fourth is on Wednesday this year, even if it means that we get what kittikattie likes to call a Black Friday in it. It's like... I get that one day off, and since we're open today Thursday and Friday, there's like no point to it, and I can't DO anything practice tomorrow like I normally would if I were taking a day off mid-week because everything's gonna be closed for the holiday. So it's gonna be cell23 and I dealing with ongoing cat drama. Hurray. Wellp, maybe I'll buy a couple cans of NOS, turn the A/C on and have myself a merry little clean-fit. Or something.

There are brand new people (quite literally) either in my monkey space or going to be as one friend had a healthy baby boy (though there've been some complications with her health as a result, if you're the prayer/good thought type, sling some her way) and another one just announced her pregnancy, which I'm so psyched about, they've wanted this for a damn long time. Heh, behbehs.

Gardeny stuff goes. I desperately need to repot and move some things, but haven't had a chance or the money to head to Home Despot and Annie's for supplies.

Wedding planning at a standstill for now. Will work on it later this week with a vengeance.

Wanna be doing creative stuff, but also don't wanna be doing creative stuff because creative stuff is still WORK and I don't wanna. /lazy /whine

Well one thing I HAVE managed to get done is catch up on a few things TV wise. cell23 and I finished up Downton Abbey a couple of weeks ago (oh Maggie Smith, why are you so good at meddlesome old bats?) and are currently burning through Avatar: Legend of Korra, which is pretty all around KICK ASS. ( mild spoilery stuff )

Also Louie. So wrong. So godforsakenly depressing. So weirdly funny anyway. I really can't tell if I want to punch Louie C.K. in the throat, hump his leg or give him a hug. I don't think I could manage all three at once, before you suggest it.

True Blood remains revoltingly silly and go-nowhere and yet I can't walk away from it. ( tl;dr sookeh still suckeh )

Meh, that's all she wrote. Later y'all.