Things are slowly getting back to normal again. The fever, the hacking, the coughing, etc. has come and gone. I'm really convinced that, more than anything, it was a physical manifestation of what was going on within me mentally. It sucked being sick, but it's pleasing to know that I've gotten that all out of my system. I don't think there will be any major cryfests for a couple months now (but if there is, that's ok, too).

The cat has fleas. Again. Which means we have fleas. Again.

The goldfish had Christmas early today. He's been in that pathetic one gallon tank from my dormroom for ages (two years!) and it was high time that he got some love. Sirius gets new things all the time. Why shouldn't Seabiscuit? So today I bought the little lover a five gallon tank, complete with filter and bio-wheel (...intense, yeah?). I'm pretty sure he thinks he's died and gone to goldfishy heaven. His happiness is my happiness.

I've gotten really behind on my week-shares. It's not like I stop collecting the stuff in between- I just can't seem to find the time to post it quickly enough. So this will be a week-share "dump post" where I just list the entire collection in one massive pile. Hopefully I've found at least one thing that intrigues you just the slightest bit...

( THE NARRATIVE YOU CREATE IN YOUR HEAD IS THE STORY OF YOUR LIFE )

Last night was spent at Malia and Ben's apartment, with spaghetti and lovely Billie Holiday music. We killed two bottles of wine comparing old world wines to new world wines. What a fun (and surprisingly educational) experience. Later we opened the kitchen window and Ben taught me how to smoke a pipe (there's a lot of work involved! Appreciate how easy your cigarettes are, please and thank you). The tobacco was vanilla flavored; it left the nicest, old world smell in my hair. By the end of the night, I was completely at peace with the world. Cheers to good friends who simply live and let live.

p.s. If you're bored and have nothing better to do, go to Playlist.com and search this song. I think it's pretty much impossible not to love it immediately. Newton Faulkner is going to be a classic one day, just you wait.