Nothing like a warm cat on a cold day

My kitty Quaxo is sitting in my lap and being purrfectly sweet (when he's not attacking my arm). He puts out a lot of heat for four pounds of animal. 'Scuse me, I need to do this. . .

He's soooooooo ceeeeeoooooooote!!!!!

Five exclamation points is the sign of an unbalanced mind.

Last night my sensei ran class over for HALF AN HOUR because a news guy was filming one of the senpais, who is a world champion at the age of seventeen. Poor guy. He did an awesome kata with nunchaku (nunchuks to you laymen) and it finally occured to me that he's swinging HUG FRIGGIN' STICKS three inches away from his head. Those things looks heavy!. . . I want one. . . Anyway, so I ended up at karate for two and a half hours, which was lovely.

When I got home, all I wanted was some dinner, and shower, and bed, but I had to call a couple people, one about getting together today, and one about . . . Bush's speech at the Republican Convention? What? Yes, I was being the pressure vent for Erin, as she ranted about Bush being Bush and saying the same things he's been saying all year; "Blah blah sanctity of marriage blah man and a woman blah blah John Kerry sucks blah blah [insert Bushism here]." I gather there were hecklers, though, which is cool. Yay free speech! Unsurprisingly, they were escorted away by the Secret Service.

My life is so dull at the moment. I get up, eat breakfast, do the crossword (yay! crosswords!), mooch about the house a couple hours, guilt myself into doing half an hour of DDR, then mooch around the house until a) karate, b) rehearsal, or c) Mom comes home and makes me do productive stuff. I'm almost looking forward to school.

I love how a cat's eyes become just little slits when they close. I love my kitty.