You Are Catwoman

"Life's a bitch. Now so am I."

This surprised me a bit, but then I realized that cats have nine lives, and that must be where I would find the energy necessary to be a superheroine.

Today was lost to constructive activities, like weeding, laundry, cleaning. The problem? The book I started yesterday. I just could NOT put it down until it was done.

Time spent reading is never time wasted.
Time spent reading is never time wasted.
Time spent reading is never time wasted.

I've figured out the best times for that antibiotic with the eating restrictions: 10 and 10.

The only time I left the house today was for OPAC at PJ's in the afternoon. And I took along some geek reading--a book Margaret Mead wrote in the thirties. It's interesting, and I'm getting a historical feel for development of anthropology and attitudes towards the sex/gender relations.

PJ's was dead as a doornail, if you don't count the three young people (older teens) dressed as Ninja Warriors. I have NO IDEA why.

And now, to have some kind of constructive activity accomplishment today, I am running the washer/dryer. The fact that I've used up the undies in the drawer AND the dryer had nothing to do with this decision.

Right.