I am not going to post about the presidential debate.

So I bought this new Tidy Cats combo crystal/clumping cat litter that I'm hoping will help with the stench. We'll see how it goes.

I have a new favorite beer (Yuengling), which Beth has difficulty pronouncing, especially while intoxicated. (STILL haven't had a chance to talk to her one-on-one about the weirdness.)

Kat got a kitten and named it "Dammit".

I have reached the conclusion that Chili's makes FOUL (and overpriced) cocktails. I had the grossest cosmo EVER there tonight.

I accidentally took a FIVE HOUR nap today. Woke up at 7pm when Skip called me and asked where the hell I was (I was supposed to be at the newspaper office at 6). I really should normalize my sleep cycle. Damn insomnia/late-night studying/cat-dumps that stink so bad they wake you up in the dead of night.

Went to what I have dubbed "Gay Group" for the second time. It's cool to talk about stuff that some of my good friends may not be comfortable listening to just yet. Although there's only 3 people in the group now. And I'm the only chick. And I'm the only one who's not totally homosexual. So I'm kind of the odd (wo)man out. I felt really bad for the new guy, though. He's only been in the U.S. for like a year and a half (he's originally from Taiwan). And he's apparently in love with his (straight) best friend here, and he has a lot of self-loathing issues about being gay (the word "freak" was used). So the more I think about it, the more I realize I'm not really that bad off. Now if only I could figure out what the hell I want...

On second thought, it really doesn't matter, does it? Despite my generally anal-retentive, obsessive-compulsive personality, I'm really trying to be laissez-faire about this whole thing. I just keep telling myself: baby steps, baby steps... let things happen in their own sweet time.

Damn, I'm impatient! GAH!

ANYWAY, I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon for a friend's wedding in NoVA (the wedding's on Saturday... I'm crashing at Lynn's in the interim), so I probably won't be able to post again 'til Sunday. I know, I know... try to hold back the tears... no, no, stop wailing and tearing at your garments... it will be okay.