I was THIS close (picture my fingers an inch apart) to getting a cat last weekend. I really shouldn't be allowed anywhere near adoptable animals in this condition. What condition you ask? A big old sap. That's what I am. Fortunately my mom talked me off the ledge which is probably a good thing right now. I mean, it took me almost two weeks to update my blog. If I can't add a new paragraph every few days, why would I think I'd remember to feed another living being. And yes, don't even get me started on the prospect of having kids. Besides, if Shannon and I room together I'll have two cats to play with. Of course Shannon would be taking care of all the fees and litter changing duties.

For now, I prefer to treat this blog as my little baby. I'm going to nourish it with little nuggets of wisdom and funny anecdotes (what? I'm funny!) and protect it from the evil junk mail ne'er-do-wells who may try and invade it. Until LOST premieres. Then I'll be busy.