• My brain hasn’t gotten in gear all day today and neither has my butt. It must be time for a weekend. Is it Friday yet? #
• In line at grocery. Thinking of killing someone. Stupidity is running rampant! #

Could we please stop beating the dead horse subject of whether or not McCain is eligible to run for president? Please? If a baby born of two American citizens outside the country while serving said country in the military isn’t able to run for president, the USA is more screwed up than I feared. I don’t like the guy either, but it’s a stupid, stupid argument.

Speaking of McCain: Dude, you cannot call it a “town hall meeting” if you are having it at a corporate office in front of a small selection of said corporation’s employees. “Town hall meeting” implies the town is invited. You know, the public … us grubby little people down here in the trenches buying those computers from Dell. The media has been calling this his “corporate tour,” and that’s exactly what it is. All his appearances in the area have been just like the one at Dell, except for the luncheons that require a person to spend $1000-$2300, depending on how badly you want a photo of yourself with the man. These events tell me a lot about a future with McCain in the White House: corporations first … grubby little citizens last, if at all. In other words, same old same old, huh?

Today was so mundane. There isn’t anything to talk about. Well, aside from the cats who were walking around the house pretending to be on death’s door when I got home from the store. They weren’t especially thrilled with my choice of food for them, but they ate it. Hunger is indeed a good sauce. Now they are resting peacefully on the bed, content at last with full little bellies.

The only actual event of any note today was that my blood sugar level dropped dramatically while I was shopping, caused by my own stupidity for not eating lunch before I went. I didn’t expect my errands to take as long as they did. That’s no excuse for not eating something before leaving the house. I know better. I need to figure out what small food thing I can carry with me or keep in the truck at all times to counteract the dropping level as quickly as possible. By the time I got home, I was barely able to carrying in the groceries. It usually doesn’t get that bad that fast, but I haven’t been sleeping well either, so being tired too made it feel so much worse. Really what I need to do is eat before leaving the house. Like I said, I know better. Everything always takes longer than expected, and skipping meals is just asking for trouble.

Not much planned for tonight. I’m going to microwave some White Castles and make some fries for dinner. Then we’ll watch Stargate Atlantis. After that, I think I might just go straight to bed. We have to get up early in the morning to go to the market and feed store, and provided the weather is as nice as it was today, I’d like to get out of the house and go do something fun. Or … maybe I’ll just lay around the house like a lazy slug and sleep the day away. That actually sounds nice.

Yup, just another bland day. Ho hum.

This morning the cats proceeded to follow me around and sit and stare at me making those chirping noises again. This time I knew exactly what their problem was. You see, we ran out of their precious dry cat food, and last night, I gave them canned food mixed with the last shreds of the dry stuff. It was more than enough food and should have staved off starvation and hunger pains alike until I got to the store to buy some cheap dry kibble, to hold them over until we get to the feed store this weekend. But … once the wet food is gone, gobbled up in one sitting, there are empty bowls sitting there, and they do not like empty bowls. No, no, no. An empty bowl indicates to them that starvation will set in at any moment, no matter how full their tummies are.

So they were a little antsy about it last night when I went to bed, and this morning, they were completely out of their tiny walnut-sized brains about it. I decided to eat the leftover hominy from last night for breakfast, and as I sat at my computer trying to read the news and eat the damn corn, I was beset upon by cats who were acting as though they hadn’t eaten in days. I’m talking some really, really obnoxious in-my-bowl bad cat behavior.

I hadn’t exactly planned to rush right out to the store this morning. I want to take a shower, go through the kitchen and make a nice long shopping list, and watch some of my craft shows first. They were having none of that nonsense. Couldn’t I tell they were about to die?!?! So I pulled out a can of that over-priced venison prescription food that Fuzza used to eat and checked the expiration date. Still good. Well, good, the silly cats would just have to have canned food again, which they hate. If it isn’t dry and crunchy, it isn’t food, as far as they are concerned, no matter how much meat it has in it and how good it looks and smells.

They went bonkers when I opened the can, and they nearly killed themselves trying to get up on the work table while I was dishing it out onto plates. Even super-quiet Ronin was whining loudly. I carried the plates to the feeding area, scooted insane cats out of the way, and set the plates down in front of them.

They each took a sniff and looked up at me as though I had lost my mind. “You expect us to eat that?!” They toddled off a ways and started rolling around on the floor, presumably having seizures or perhaps attempting to simulate death throes. I picked each one up and set them down in front of a plate. Ronin, obviously the smarter of the two, decided to dig in and chow down. Myu, fell to the floor in the most pathetic display of spoiled and whiny cat behavior I have ever seen, and then she wandered off to parts unknown to pout when being as cute as possible did not produce a bowl of dry kibble.

I believe we have now verified that Myu does not like venison. Fuzza wasn’t especially fond of it either, which is why I still have half a case of it. Ronin, on the other hand, will apparently eat other foods, provided he believes he is about to die. But then, he always has been the chow hound in the house. They really are too picky about their food though. I am not even sure they will eat whatever cheap kibble I buy today either. If it isn’t Wellness Core, it isn’t food. I need to break them of this, because there may be times, like today, when there isn’t any Wellness Core to be had, and what happens if the feed store is out when we go tomorrow? What happens if there comes a time when we can’t afford their over-priced yet oh-so-healthy dry kibble? Yeah. They need to learn not to be so picky!

I remain convinced that cats who are picky about what to eat are spoiled beasts who have never actually known hunger. These cats have been fat, dumb, and happily fed since they popped out of the womb … first on mother’s milk from an equally fat, dumb, and happily fed cat and then nothing but pricey dry kibble since they were weaned. Now, they won’t eat anything else.

Meanwhile, Ronin has finished off his entire plate of food and is now trying to bury Myu’s plate, I suppose for later consumption. Well, she isn’t going to eat it, so he might as well have at it as he pleases. Myu is flopping around by my feet like a fish out of water and seriously using every cute gene she has. Oh I feel sorry for her, but nothing, not even the cutest cat on the planet, could compel me to go to the grocery before noon on a Friday. It’s just too insane. She’s either going to have to eat what’s there or suffer for a few more hours. Poor picky eater!

• Sex is a wonderful thing. [snicker] #
• That’s it. I’m going back to bed. It’s obvious I need more beauty sleep. #

I’m feeling weak and wobbly today. It may have something to do with having had fudge for lunch. Just fudge. It was very good fudge. It might also have something to do with not sleeping well the last few nights. Nothing particularly wrong, but I just can’t stay asleep longer than a couple hours at a time, and that’s no way to get rested.

I guess I’ll go putter in the kitchen and start getting dinner ready. I sat down to rant about some news stories, but there’s just not any rant in me at the moment. I’m too weak to rant!

Maybe I should have some more fudge!

I haven’t mentioned it, but I have had to resort to making Lin’s daily supply of coffee with the espresso machine. While it doesn’t take any longer than it does for me to fill his two travel mugs using it as it did the other coffee machine, it does, in fact, take exactly three times more brain power and effort. The steps required to make two large mugs of dark, rich coffee with the espresso machine are beginning to make me grumpy, and I am grumpy enough in the mornings without any help from complicated appliances.

Add “new coffee machine” to the list of things we will be getting with either our tax refund or the later-arriving economic stimulus check [snort]. One with a timer might be nice, so whatever effort and brain power necessary could be spent before going to bed when I tend to have more of both. Why, if it had a timer on it, it’s possible I could train Lin to pour it into his travel mugs all by himself, therefore affording me the opportunity to not have to function at all so early in the morning.

Ah, but then I wouldn’t get to walk him out to the truck in my pajamas every morning, and wouldn’t that be a shame?