I am really just dreadful at posting about the stuff I done today. My intention was that if I knew I would be able to go home and write a blog about it, I'd do awesome stuff every single day. Interwebsibitionism fail.
Here is what has happened since I last posted:
Last Tuesday I walked into my bedroom to go to sleep, and there were tiny poops all. over. my bed. So I cleaned them up, and went to bed at a very appropriate hour, like, 8 pm or something. By morning, the bed was covered in bloody kitten diarrhea. Mostly blood. And Mucous. Some diarrhea. I obviously freaked out, and made an appointment to take Miss Rubella to the vet. This was a little tricky, on account of the fact that we had to take the train with smelly, bloody, poopy little Ruby. The doctor gave her some antibiotics, but by the time I got home with her, Smallpox was puking all over the house. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck.
The next day, I left the plague house for Pittsburgh. Pittsburgh has been given an unfairly bad name previously by yours truly. Pittsburgh is actually pretty awesome. My dad took me to get a massage by this lady's feet, and I ate lots of awesome yummy food, and I got to go to the cheese counter at Penn Mac, and I'm pretty sure that heaven is the cheese counter at Penn Mac. Here's what that's like: You get to walk up to the counter, and you say, "Hrmmm. I'd like a cheese that goes well with ______." And then the cheese savants behind the counter think for a moment, and then use these ridiculous machetes to cut you off a sliver of whichever cheese would be perfect. There is a also woman who works there called Dearheart. She is called this because she calls everyone Dearheart. She calls you Dearheart, and then gives you cheese that goes well with pink champagne, or sesame crackers, or whatever. I also got a chance to explore the South Side. I was quite pleased by the bar called Dee's Diner, that is mostly very dim and smokey, but has very cheap drinks and an electronic juke box that has every song ever by Slayer in it, and lots of other songs too. Also, I went to a ridiculous bar that had a sink system where the water poured through an empty fishtank into a basin shaped like a seashell imbedded in a coral reef, and that, my friends, is awesome, and reason enough to think Pittsburgh is alright.
I flew home on Easter, and by that point most of the poopies were gone, although Ruby shat ON THE WALL, just for fun, this one time.
Then, I went to work. And Worked and Worked and Worked. I enjoy my job about 70 percent of the time. The rest of the time I spend wishing that people would not be horrible, terrible people, who treat their servers worse than they treat their dogs, and missing my old job where I got to play with cadavers and teach people helpful anatomy hints all day, and watch cool videos, and dissect things. Sigh. I am not working up to my potential.
I also went to school. School is interesting. Currently, at my school, they are tearing up all the concrete and putting in grass, which is funny to think about in terms of somebody, once upon a time, having gone to the trouble of putting down all that concrete.
Last night, Shauna threw me a surprise birthday party, which was awesome! There were grilled cheese sandwiches, with alllll the fixins! It was very fun, even though I was dead tired.
Today: slept 'til noon. Woke up. Ate toast. Fell asleep at 1:30. Went to work. Worked, Worked, Worked. Rode my bike home in a warm little drizzle. Ate steamed kale, and black beans, and brown rice, and squashes, and salad, and talked to friends from home. Miss them real, real hard.


I'm going to start a project, as soon as the weather stabilizes a bit. It's going to be good, if I actually get off my butt and do it.

Now, Kittens, and Bed.