We're all the same,
the men of anger,
and the women of the page

I've been thinking about those lines since I walked home from work last night. But why? Because I couldn't decide if I knew exactly what connects men of anger and women of the page. Is it frustration? Frustration drives men to anger. I say this on the assumption that most people don't get angry for any other reason than that of not being able to handle a situation any other way. They cannot do anything BUT be angry. So, there you have it. Frustration.
Is it also then, frustration that drives us, the women of the page (of which I, perhaps vainly, count myself one) to be who we are? We are writers. We spill our inky guts onto journal pages, computer screens with blinking cursors, napkins, receipts, odd scraps of paper -- anything we can get our hands on -- out of an inability to handle the current situation any other way? It's a viable theory.
Is it attention? Some people use anger as a way of getting noticed. And some of us use the pen. But I'm inclined to think it is the futility of our situation, and the frustration of inaction that spurs us towards outbursts, of rage or of the page.

Ack! It's been forever since I posted anything on here, I know.
Europe was so great. It wore me out sufficiently and so it's going to take a while for me to get up a synopsis of the trip. But it'll come, I promise.
Kastinka is so damn cute. She follows me around while I get ready, and this morning, we played hide and seek. I hid, she sought. She seemed to like the game. Now, if only she'd let me pick her up. It's going to be vet time in the next few weeks, and catching her is going to be an impossibility.
The bitch of a bellybutton ring infection that I got while in Paris is finally getting better. AND the airport found and returned my missing wallet (THANK GOD) for those of you to whom I complained about losing it.

I didn't mind the rain this morning. I had hot tea for breakfast, and flicked the wisteria bushes on my walk to work remembering how much I used to like walking to school on drizzly days when I was a kid. My shoes were trashed by the time I got home in those days (and they're pretty wet now) because puddles were just not meant to be avoided. And apparently, to a bus, I am not to be avoided when it comes to making contact with a gutter full of water. Jerk.
KaStinkasaurus Rex now follows me around when I get ready in the morning. But she does it in her Zoom fashion. ZOOM! into this room. ZOOM! under the couch. She has yet to let me touch her, but we'll get there. There's plenty of bonding time to come. I can't even tell you how much I love this cat. She breaks my heart when I look at her, she's so cute. She's eating in the kitchen now -- sporadically, mind you, as eating in the kitchen requires being among the humans. Shocker!
Tomorrow, I'm off on vacation. For 10 days. Don't miss me TOO bad. I'll try to write a few updates from the road... you know, beautiful men sitings. I mean, really cool historical thing sitings. Errr...something.
I forgot to thank all my neato friends for coming over on Saturday night. THANKS! And to Emma for the bamboo... I have never owned such trendy plant life! It's very cool-looking in its new home in the livingroom.
Wanna know what else is cool-looking? The scar Katinka gave me on my wrist. Some woman on the bus clearly interpreted it as a suicide attempt. *shaking head* I swear.

Let's do a weekend recap!
Friday, Nora and I went to see XXX. I am so in love with Vin. He's fabulous and I don't care WHAT anyone says, the movie was great. He could make a toilet paper commercial and I'd sit through it over and over and over. As long as he took his shirt off in it. hee hee. We picked Caryn up at the station after the movie, went home...and DYED HER HAIR. It looks so great. Better than great. She looks hot as a redhead.
Saturday was clean up the house, get ready for the party day. Cleaned the rugs, bought some booze, etc. The party was nice... fun to have everyone in the same house for a bit. We even got super nerdy and played Settlers... *sigh* we're hopeless.
Katinka slept on my bed on Saturday night and even came out (in a mad dash) to the living room last night. She's very silly... she will pounce and play as long as I pretend not to care if she plays with me. She's successfully avoided all of my attempts to Scoop N Snuggle since Saturday. Jenn calls it my Military Tactic. I'll just have to be extra crafty when I come home tonight... so we can have successful scoopin and snugglin. She's so frickin cute. I am in love with a cat.