tanaise | (no subject)

I think I have eaten enough mini-eggs for the night. It's a tough call, but I think it's the right call. Especially seeing as I doubted this earlier, and thus I have an enormous bellyache now.

Easter candy is always a bad idea on so many levels.

Yesterday, as I contemplated my cat sitting in a tree he wouldn't/couldn't get down from, I wondered again about the advisability of naming my cat Darwin. It wasn't that I thought he'd die in the tree, he's not that stupid, it's more that I thought he'd get down in the middle of the night and go exploring (which after all is why he was up in the tree--he escaped when my mom let the dogs out, because he's a dog, after all, and has now explored all the way down to the stream.), and end up getting hit at shift change, and he's dark and small and a total idiot, so you know it would happen. Though technically I should point out that I've had him fixed, so he's far enough out of the gene pool as it is, he doesn't need to try to kill himself.