I think I'm a cat sometimes...

That mad desire to sleep all day. The incessant push to look independant and yet still have someone bring you food. The ability to play with a ceiling fan. I don't just mean playing with the dial-a-matic round switch it has. That's fun, but not cat fun. Cat fun is standing underneath the fan and fucking batting at it. I tapped lightly, then hard. With the blades, and against the blades. I did this for about five minutes.

I wandered around the upstairs of my parent's house. Not going anywhere, just wandering. I wandered back to the fan. Batted for a little while. Wondered where my scratching post was. Heh, okay, not really. But I did think it would be nice to take a nap.

The grand plan? Go see Harold and Kumar go to White Castle tonight. What can I say, its looks hilarious and apparently Ebert gave it three stars. Who knew stupid could be critically acclaimed?
- posted by Pat @ 5:49 PM