Still here, still alive.

E che catso? Says it all.

In the past hour and ten minutes, I have made several discoveries.

1. There is a puppy in my apartment.
2. She is adorable.
3. She adores me!
4. She snores slightly when sleeping.
5. I am the proud owner of several slightly-chewed objects.

30% less plasic in your environmentally friendly Ozarka waterbottle is still 100% more plastic you're using than if you switched to a metal or reusable container.

Last night I bit into a chip and thought "wow, that looks just like a Thebes cluster - Lost Lake point." Yeah. 

I think my week's break is best characterized by the macarons I made last night: quickly done and surprisingly good. 

 *This is Public Broadcasting Station, Inc. and we're holding your favorite shows hostage until you GIVE US MORE MONEY! HAH! Viewers like you can make it stop! Pull out your credit card and call the number on the screen, then we'll release the hostages slowly, one by one as we reach our pledge rate.*

I hate pledge season.

Weekend, you've really been just snazzy.
Save for overhearing roomy wrestling with unknown male.
That we could have done without.
But keep up the good work, yeah?

I have never been as continuously busy as in these past two months. Sometimes it feels great, mostly I just want to explode. 

^Wooooooot^

I got the perfect apartment with two friends.
Perfect.
Wheeeeeeee!