kageotogi

Jeepers creepers, this week came up fast.

My vacation was a good one, and the visit with my aunt was actually a great deal less stressful than expected -- we had a pretty good time, all told. Saw the rock & roll hall of fame in Cleveland, and was totally overwhelmed by all the stuff they threw at us in one go. Enjoyed the Aerosmith wardrobe line immensely, and learned that Steven Tyler is not as tall as I imagined he was, but Joe Perry definitely is. Was in the car for well over thirty hours (not consecutively, mind you) with my mother, and listened to more Donny Osmond and Barry Manilow than was really necessary. I didn't have internet access for half of my trip, but did get a lot of good reading done. And, most importantly, I sated my need to just Get Away for a while.

Good times.

Anyway, I'm back now, and life resumes. In that "Crap, there's so much I have to do!" kind of way. Close to the top on that list is "buy groceries", as I think I have two eggs, an english muffin, and a frozen ham in my house, and that might be it by way of edible goodness. Which constitutes a pretty good breakfast (or breakfast-for-dinner situation), but won't do much by way of feeding me throughout the rest of the week. Not to mention tomorrow's lunch. I suppose I could live off cat food, but I'm not sure how the kittens would feel about that, all told.

And I need to visit an ATM. I really shouldn't forget about that (again).

Speaking of kittens (and spending money), it's about time to find them a vet and get all the kitten-y stuff done. Like leukemia testing (*bites nails*) and shots and neutering (bwahaha) and all that fun stuff. Poor kittens.

I realized this weekend how terribly unknowledgeable I am about eighties pop stars. This poses a problem (believe it or not). I should educate myself. But how? I don't have the attention span to watch VH1, and there's no guarantee they'll have an "I love the eighties" marathon any time soon. This really just won't do.

Wikipedia, here I come.