My brain...

Man. It does the weirdest things. See, in my dream, I was doing ordinary work-type things, and checking someone's computer, and in the settings, what do I see but a username. And not any ordinary username, but a slasher's username! I squee, of course, and send off the the slasher's coworker to bug some other tech, and then sit down with the slasher and have a long talk. Took all of two seconds, but my brain assures me it was a long talk.

My cats are voyeurs - Calvin and Laurier decided that they needed to bond with me while I was in the shower. Laurier kept climbing around the ridge of the tub and making very worried-sounding mews.

Oh, and in other news, Lucy's birthday is tomorrow, and we still haven't gotten her her present. I've got a nifty idea, though, and the more people who chip in, the better it gets. Email me if you're interested - I've enabled my address in my profile.

People rock

Even before I get in this morning, there's a message on my phone that someone's found my wallet. The $20 is still in it!

*happy dance*

and the Lady will have?

We're horrible bar customers. Me, of course, but the house in general, really. We go in for karaoke, and have water, or a coke at the most, and maybe, maybe Lucy will have a malibu on the rocks, but really, water.

Lucy and I headed for some place down in Bellevue tonight - she managed to catch me before I was in that 'oh, no, it's way too late' rut I've got. I thought about doing Walking in Memphis, but they didn't have it. Ergo, I did not sing. This happens a lot. Considering that there were a ton of good singers there, I would have felt a wee bit outclassed. Lucy, on the other hand...

Some guy playing darts stopped during Hit 'Em Up Style to listen, even though he'd heard the song only once before. He was so impressed, he offered to buy us drinks. Pity we were just having... you guessed it: water. And a scout for some talent contest handed Lucy her card. Not a bad night, all told.