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Took away the graffiti-like header. It was a bit too garish and I had been meaning to replace it for a while now. Behold! The new header is up. Same colors. Less tacky. Oh yeah.

I have been feeling not-so-good lately, a little under the weather, a little underweight, a little more lethargic than usual. Sadly this seems to be work-stress related but I’d much rather blame it on a tapeworm or mononucleosis. A physical affliction is so much easier to fight off. My grandmother came over last weekend for Chinese New Year and asked what happened to me, said my face was ‘jeem-si’ which translates to ’sharp’ - meaning why do you look like skeletor? She would always judge a person’s weight by one’s cheeks. Even if someone just had a meaty face and an average weight body, she’d call him fat.My dad chirped in a few days later, lecturing me on my bad habits of not sleeping enough or not eating healthy. Like the good child that I am, I promptly stopped listening after the first few sentences. I do that more often than I should, sometimes I don’t even realize it. When asked what I’m thinking of… honestly, nothing. My eyes are looking around but my mind is blank. If that is how it feels to have Alzheimer’s disease, I’m ready and have had plenty of practice.

On a completely different topic, I’ve been listening to Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!’s new album, Some Loud Thunder. It’s very good, equally so as their last album. My favorites so far are Emily Jean Stock, Satan Said Dance, and Goodbye To The Mother And The Cove.

And to those who celebrate this: Happy Chinese New Year. Oink Oink.

My cat sitting stint ended at 6:30am this morning when the owners came home, a half hour earlier than expected. I started clean up at 6am when I got home from spending the night out, thinking an hour should be enough time to do what I needed. I had only gotten through rinsing the dishes and dumping them into the dishwasher, cleaning out the two cat litter boxes, filling up their humidifiers when I got the call that they were downstairs at the D&D. Holy crap! 5 minutes was all I had left! And so started the crazy mad dash around the house. I made the bed, tossed their gazillion pillows back on in a semi-orderly fashion, filled up the cat food bowls, collected my clothes into one heap and was attempting to dump the overflowing trash bucket in their bathroom when I heard “We’re Home!”I still had the 4 bags of kitty litter trash sitting on their kitchen floor to toss and some weird looking possible-cat-vomit stain on their carpet to clean, and personal items scattered in their bathroom, not to mention my pile of clothes in their bedroom.

I should explain that they are a tidy couple and would expect their home be in the same condition they left it. Within two days of staying there, I had it shiteously messy.

Anyway, they were cool about the bit of mess left over. Or just too tired to care. I was paid, given a nice Vegas t-shirt and went on my way.

It was cold out, though not nearly as bad as the days before. I was prepared for it with layers of clothes I had not changed out of from yesterday morning. I was unshowered, all bundled up, and carrying my overstuffed bags. And wandering downtown. I felt very much like a hobo. I walked by a bank and a crazed-glassy eyed man was inside looking out, with his thumb and index finger in his mouth whistling. Loudly. Short continuous blasts. He took a breath and started again, looking quite content with his talent. I wondered if he was going to pass out.

Nothing is open early on Sunday. I made my way to South Station and typed this. I don’t want to go home yet, but I don’t know what else to do. I’ll wait for the shops to open, and wander around some more.

I’ve been getting Spin magazine for a little over a year and 8 months. For those of you who don’t know what this is, it’s a music mag featuring today’s wildly populars, bands to watch for, reviews, interviews, charts and the like. Check out www.spin.com. It’s a good mag but I can never stick with anything long (and Photoshop User looked mighty tasty), so I let my subscription run out. Then came the letters telling me to Renew Now! Last Chance! for an even lower price. I’ve been ignoring their pleas for about 8 months now and Spin still comes, for F-R-E-E. Even better - it comes wrapped in plastic to hold the renewal envelope in.
Free, and water resistant.
It’s not always a bad thing when people forget about me.