and also the sundays

omg. if i wasn't squeeing in fangirlishness over lil elwood before, i'll have to do it now after seeing this list of cds he totes around with him. it's the roches that did me in.

urgh. seems i am suddenly unable to get out of bed before 10. this is unlike me and it is frustrating, as the mornings seem to disappear. come back, morning! come baaaaaack!

but this morning there is coffee. ahhhhhhh.

i still don't know what i'm doing tonight. waiting for friends to figure out who's having what party where. not that i necessarily feel like a party. but. we shall see.

our cat seems to have catalogued in her little head all items in the house that are difficult to wash. the heavy velvet blanket/couch cover, the papasan chair cushion, the living room rug. and then she vomits on them, one at a time. thanks, chloe.

should auld acquaintance be forgot?

And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I'll be mine,
And we'll tak a cup o kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!

for auld lang syne, my dears. happy new year t'ye one and all.

we'll have us a lovely dinner with claire and camillafarfalla and assorted others and then head to camilla's house to drink and be merry with her roommies and friends. i predict a good time for all.

hope all your celebrations are... um, celebratory.