that's just who i am this week.

I have a serious thing for cats. Boyfriend won't let me have one (not that our lease would allow it anyway) so naturally, I'm obsessed with getting one. I don't like being told no.

Richard Parker is my new crush. Life of Pi made me all kinds of sad, but I love that kitty hardcore.

OKAY. Onward.

I meet with my neurologist in 24 hours. Kinda terrified even though I KNOW what she's going to say (she's going to ask me if I've lost any weight and the answer will be a disappointing "not really," then she'll flash a light in my eyes, tell me what my ophthalmologist already saw, and then ask me some questions about my recent headaches. She'll write me a new 'scrip, give me a write-up for some blood work, shake my hand, the end). On the one hand, I think it's kind of a waste of an appointment, but on the other hand I'm all about official stuff and I like having confirmation. It feels so unfinished to not meet with her regularly even if nothing new is happening.

Speaking of cats, I have a sort of deal going with boyfriend: if the goaltender for the Pens scores a goal, I get a cat. It's been over two years since I struck this deal and I've been patiently following the Pens (hockey is not my favorite sport) in hopes that my team wouldn't let me down. Last night against the Tampa Bay Lightening, the Pens were up 5-3 in the final seconds with Tampa pulling the goalie in a vain attempt to catch up. The love of my life, Marc-Andre Fleury, took a shot from the trapezoid that went straight through center ice into Tampa Bay territory. It crossed the blue line before some fucker stopped the puck. There were seconds when the puck was gliding across the surface of the ice when reality suspended for a moment and I actually had a chance of winning a cat. IT ALMOST HAPPENED. Boyfriend was on the edge of his seat absolutely convinced that the impossible was indeed possible. But noooooo. Fuck that Tampa Bay defenseman, whoever he is. If I was more ambitious, I'd find out his name and address and send him threats.

I love you, MAF. We'll get it next time.

I'm so distraught over this missed opportunity that I had to soothe my soul with some purchases:

Some Bikilas for the cat I had planned to name Carlos.
...and a pair of Komodo Sport LS for the orange tabby that I would have named Richard Parker.

60% off plus free shipping plus 5% cash back from my bank made this absolutely irresistible. In total, I scored these 2 pairs for the magical price of $85 and I'M SO EFFING EXCITED. They came from www.6pm.com, I've never heard of it or ordered from them before but I'm 100% confident that these shoes will fit well so I don't expect to have to deal with their returns department. No word on the shipping and handling time though, so it could be a while before I have anything to say about my new shoes.

My barefoot shoes went from five to seven just like that. SEVEN. Who does that?? I'm outrageous.