I don't have anything remotely funny or profound to share today, so instead I'll just complain and moan. But first, something of the non-pissing and bitching variety.

Yesterday, I hit a turning point in the eternal question "what do I want to do next with my life?" I had an epiphany. A moment of brilliance. It's too soon to go into in a public forum, but suffice it to say, I am stoked about it. I was excited and goofy, much like a Muppet on crack (MOC), only not the same type of MOC. More like Dr. Bunsen Honeydew. (Beeker is such his bitch.)

So, any who...I am energized about this new possibility and more will be revealed later. Now, back to the bitching.

Today is hot and humid. It seems this year's monsoon season seems to have begun. It's muggy and gross and my hair is doing very strange things today. It's not curly. It's not wavy. It's just crappy.

And I have a headache. Actually I should say I've been having headaches. I think some of them my from just being tired or maybe the heat. I've been getting up a half hour earlier than usual. Who knew that half hour would kick my ass so hard. And the heat. THE FUCKING HEAT. It's at the point where it's hot all the time, even when the sun goes down. When I walked out the door this morning at five a.m., I was his by a wall of steamy warmth that made me want to go back to bed instead of to the gym.

But I did have a fun moment this morning. There is a cat that lives in our community. He is an outdoor cat and way too friendly. One day, The Roommate pet him and he followed her all the way to our door. I'd be worried about a cat staying outside in our dreadful summer weather but I think he's okay. He doesn't seem dehydrated or hungry. In fact, I would classify him as morbidly obese, so I don't think he's skipping any meals.

So I walked to my car and I saw him trotting along and I looked at him and meowed. Having an extremely vocal cat for ten years, I have mastered a very realistic meow. He stopped and looked at me and meowed back. Then I meowed again. Then he did. This went on a few more times until I opened my car and got in.

I wonder what our conversation was. Since I can imitate the sounds, but don't know the language, maybe it was something like this.

Me: "Fight purr."
Cat: "You talking to me?"
Me: "I have a grass bird."
Cat: "Huh?"
Me: "Hunt the dusty water."
Cat: "That doesn't even make sense. Are you high?"
Me: "Food nap warm."
Cat: "Are you stupid or something?"
Me: "Mouse grass sun."
Cat: "Okay buddy. I gotta get going. Go wait for the short bus on the corner."
Me: "Me need night scratch."
Cat: "Fucking foreigners."