Yuppieness

I went to Brookstone yesterday and got this yummy shiatsu massaging pillow. It actually gets into my neck a lot better than any of their expensive massage chairs did, which is good because there isn't really room in this place for a massage chair.

Anyway.... it goes rrrrrrRRRRRrrrrrrRRRRRrrrrrrRRRR and it feels nice and if you come over I'll let you use it. :)

By the way, IRL friends, go say hello to heisenbug... oh wait, you can't, because he continues to not post anything. Well, you can all go admire heisenbug's icon and/or add him to your friends list, if you care to.

What I hope

I had to drop my kitty off at the vet this morning for dentistry, after starving her for 12 hours and then not giving her water this morning. I felt like an awful person. She seemed so puzzled and miserable. I sat with my face close to the carrier and talked to her while waiting for the vet, and she put her face on my fingers and let me comfort her a little. I forget sometimes how beautiful she is, how much detail there is around her eyes and nose.

They said they'd give her something for her nerves (yeah right... to save their hearing, more likely), so I hope she's happily sleepy on her favorite sweatshirt, which is in her carrier. In fact, I hope they gave her kitty opium. I hope she's high as a kite. I hope the universe suddenly makes sense to her and she's having a religious epiphany. I hope she's seeing the kind of swirling colors that gave rise to tie-dye in the 70s (not terribly likely, as cats can see color but not the full spectrum we do).

And, well, I was just typing this when heisenbug wrote to say that the vet called and they've already cleaned her teeth and she's okay! That's all right, because I still hope she's high as a kite. Enjoy those drugs, kitty. I love you.

Truth in advertising

The brand name of the new bathroom stall partitions my gym has installed in the women's locker room is apparently... Hiny Hiders.