There are very few things which would prompt me to leave the warm and cosy confines of my new apartment at midnight. Apparently, Internet access and a recently discovered slice of Americana are two of them. Seven/Eleven is now the Swedish distributer of the one, the only -- Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream. Thank god for globalization.
My four-legged furry friend seems to be missing her mother tonight, as she keeps standing at the front door and mewing, despite my best attempts to cuddle her. We had a bit of a disagreement this evening as she decided to try and "help" me with some of the Christmas presents I'm hurriedly trying to finish up to post in time for the 25th. A box full of beads with a cat in the middle of does not exactly spell out either e-f-f-i-c-i-e-n-c-y or e-x-p-e-d-i-e-n-c-y. Actually, I think it spells out c-a-t-g-et-t-h-e-h-e-l-l-o-f-f-o-f-t-h-e-g-o-d-d-a-m-n-e-d-t-a-b-l-e!!!!!!
It struck me tonight that sometimes you don't realize how much you are looking forward to something until it doesn't work out exactly the way it was originally supposed to. Sigh.
It's so cold tonight I'm not looking forward to sleeping alone. A little body heat would be nice. I guess Kitty will have to do.