hrm. Valor becomes much less of a demon kitty upon being plopped into my lap and petted. now he's a purring ball of fur, go fig.
poor cat. none of us are home enough...
work/Wendy's with Ari/"from hell" with Ari/sleep/work/chinese fast food and "thirteen ghosts" with Ari/sleep/out to redmond/work/out to redmond/home/dinner (which kicked ass, go me).
tired joyce. bed soon.
tried to call Dan, missed him. i need to call mom in the morning, whee.