I have an adorable cat asleep on my lap as I type.  Ok….part adorable, part man eating menace.  Just as I was typing the first sentence, she must have telepathically sensed a need to re-assert her “man eating menace” role; as she reached up with both feet, wrapped them around my arm and bit.  I guess that’s what I get for imagining a “cute kitty” instead of “4 footed instrument of death.”

I’m feeling increasingly anti-social and resentful of people; both in general and specific people.  In fact, I at this time, I could make a fairly good argument that people are just a disgusting infestation of the Earth.