Boing-a-boing-a-boing...

Okay, so I know everyone says, "My cat is the best" or "My cat is so smart" or whatever, but seriously y'all? My cat is the most fun. No really! I was in one of those 98-cent stores over the weekend and couldn't resist buying a six-pack of ping-pong balls. "But you don't have a ping-pong table" you say, and you are correct, but I do have a Vinny! And sure enough, I bounced one of those balls in the kitchen tonight, and off he went! Bouncing around the kitchen after the ball, he goes sailing across the room! both forelegs outstretched! paws swatting furiously! and then WHACK!! He gives the ball the kitty smackdown and it goes careening off in another direction, the cat hot on its tail! Holy shit, this cat is hilarious!

Okay, enough squeeing about my cat.

I haven't been getting enough sleep lately. I'm a total night-owl so it's hard for me to do the "right" thing by going to bed early. Every night, I aim for an 11 p.m. bedtime, and it hasn't happened since the first day of work. I used to be able to cruise all week on six hours a night and make it up on the weekend, but that plan doesn't seem to be working anymore. Sadly, I think I'm just too old for that.

Speaking of old, HAPPY 28th BIRTHDAY, CHRIS!!