Inauspicious week.

I've lost my silver anklet (maybe I should follow sweh's lead and just solder it on, but it's a fucking pain to put on stockings then). UPS has delivered my joy juice to some random location and they don't know where. I still haven't finished cleaning out my closet. I'm horny and there's nothing I can do about it at the moment. Feh.

Life imitating art imitating...etc.

The office cats have just succeeded in recreating one of my favorite strips of Two Lumps. (Only it was the allegedly smart cat on the outside here.)

UPS still doesn't know where my joy juice is, though.

arg ow

I am so twinned in spirit with sweh, I smashed my finger in a window to be in solidarity with his pain. The day's other continued curses include an aikido class rife with personal incompetency, getting completely soaked due to hurricane remnants, and missing my train because the rotten buggers at NJ Transit changed tracks on the one day I didn't double-check the big board.

A pot of curry is on, and I have hopes of achieving some Champions work tonight.