Sometimes I feel like I just have nothing to say. I guess I can just ramble (like I do anyway) about nothing and everything. I'm leaving work in exactly 37 minutes. Then I will bravely walk down to catch a bus to Beacon Hill. The reason I say "bravely" is that there is a KILLER WINDSTORM punishing Puget Sound right now (or that is what the melodramatic weather-people on The News have been warning us about for the last 24 hours!) I hope that I won't be tossed up into the sky like Mary Poppins. Actually, I take that back! That would be GREAT as long as I could have control over how my body blew around! I always did want her magic tapestry carpet bag!! I'm having my weekly massage on Friday instead of Wednesday and I can't wait. I think I need to talk less during my massages. I get along really well with my massage therapist and so we start chatting away about books and movies but then suddenly I realize that my massage is almost over and I haven't even REALLY felt half of it. Now, when I lie still and am silent, the massage can almost put me in a trance, but obviously my mind must not be distracted. I will try to stop jabbering. Jay is in the process of finding us another place to live. I decided that the only way to get us off our lazy asses and into a bigger apartment (cuz it feels like we live in a closet most of the time!) was to tell our managers that January would be our last month. Now we have no choice but to move on Feb.1st! There are alot of move-in specials right now because there seem to be alot of vacancies and no takers. We are zoning in on Ballard. We want to be close to the Scandanavians and their lutefisk! Well, I wouldn't mind being within walking distance of the People's Pub, though, so that I could try roasted beet and snack on my favorite appetizers, fried pickles! My favorite coffee shop/pastry shop is in Ballard, too and I haven't been in there for probably a year. It's called Dutch Treat. They have good EVERYTHING and I like this little hidden back room with a lumpy soft couch and some newspapers lying around, no windows, and sort of dark and there seems to be a tiny post office in the back, too. They have the BEST hot chocolate! It is so rich that it makes my teeth almost hurt! I think I need to go back soon.

Jay wants me to go to The Tin Hat when I get home. Maybe it'll be my last greasy burger forever, because in less than 1 week I'll be attempting to be a veggie (no, not a brain-damaged person surviving on a respirator). I can't WAIT to start cooking one of the 1000 recipes in my GIGANTIC new cookbook! I really wish Jay wasn't so picky about food. He doesn't like most vegetables and that sucks!

Tommorrow we take Opal to the vet at 11am. For the past 6 months she has had this problem where she occasionally seems to release her scent-glands involuntarily (or Jay has petted her on her tail too close to SOMETHING by accident) and she's ended up spraying this really musky, nasty-smelling "mist"..I can only come to the conclusion that her "scent glands" are full or plugged (I didn't realize this happened to animals!) so we are taking her in. She also needs her right eye looked at which has an off-and-on tendency to get sort of pussy/weepy. I don't know if she has an eye disorder or what. Anyways, that is enough of Cat Chat! Ha ha...cat chat.

Many of my closest friends co-diarylanders haven't been updating at all recently and I assume it is because of the holidays, and it makes me feel like a loser in a way for updating so frequently because is shows just how little I have going on in my life sometimes! UGH!

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