Rainy, cold, nasty, random.

I can tell it's cold because the cats are trucking around the house crashing into things. They seem quite happy, at least until one of them smashes his head into the coffee table or something and wanders around crying for a few minutes. Still, they like to run around now, and I think it's because they're actually excited about the cooler weather. When it's hot they just lay on the tiles in the kitchen or the hardwood floors in the living room, getting up only to drink water or eat some delicious Purina One Weight Control cat food. When it's cold, however, they become Hobbes; flying through the air; tackling each other; rolling around on the floor; in general, being the active, entertaining cats they should be. That's one good thing about the weather getting cooler, at least. My cats aren't lazy-ass wastes of space. Now they're active wastes of space!

Electric blankets are another good thing about cooler weather. The only downside to them is that getting up in the morning suddenly becomes about 100 times harder. I have enough trouble getting out of bed after hitting the snooze bar for the 7th consecutive time. Throw a warm blanket magnetizing me to the bed into the equation and my boss should feel lucky I have time to put on deodorant in the morning. Now that I think about it, my whole department should. I guess they all should hate the electric blanket. But I love it. I think I'll keep it.

Today was a rainy, windy day. I hate those kinds of days. I like cold weather, but I like sunny, cold weather. None of this dark, gloomy, rainy, windy stuff. That's just miserable. If I want that I'll move to Detroit or the Yukon Territories or something. I live in Florida, dammit. Get sunny again already, hurricanes or not! Good thing I got that air conditioner fixed a couple weeks ago, though. It's coming in pretty handy now that my house is a brisk 65 degrees.

Last on the random paragraph agenda, my ex-girlfriend informed me that she talked to the subject of my previous post at the reunion and said that despite her attempts at friendliness, she was bitchy towards her. So I don't feel too bad not talking to her. But then again, they never liked each other, so that may not be the best testimonial. After all, the ex was like Lauryn Hill back in the Fugees days towards this girl, all, "bitch, best keep yo ass in check." So maybe the hard feelings lingered? To this day I'm a little sad they never got in a big hair-pulling catfight over me. Oh well. What I really wanna know is how I was in the middle and ended up being the one who didn't end up with either of them? How does that work, again? Probably because I'm the nice guy, and you know where they finish. Life is a box of chocolates, I tell ya.