Nothing profound to post tonight really. I think because the last three days were so full of profoundisms, I might just be profounded out. Maybe tomorrow, but I probably shouldn't say that in case you get all pumped for me to post, and then I don't.

Here is how I feel right now: tired, content, maybe a little anxious. I've been in an AWESOME mood all day today, and I think the only reason it is slightly less than awesome now is just because I am sleepy. Sleepy starts to make me moody and cranky. Or maybe it's just that time of the month. But either way, I'm seriously not cranky. Moody a little bit. :)

Asher and I just played a rousing game of "chase Leslie's necklace". He has toys of course, but my necklace is his favorite. It must be the satisfying combination of shininess, tinkly sounds, and the long leather cord it's attached to. Around my neck, in my hand, or lying by itself on the floor, he just loves it. He'll pounce, he'll chase it around in circles. He'd still be playing with it if I didn't take it away to write in here. :) He briefly batted around his pink toy with the feathers on it after that. Now he's messing with a paper towel tube. He's got a cardboard fetish. :) And a shoe fetish too. He is cute though. :D

Asher, in case you didn't know, which means you are either stupid or just way out of the loop, is my kitten. He moved in on Sunday after carrying out an evil plot with my car to wreck my budget all in one weekend. ;) I think it was mostly the car's plot though, the kitten was just an unwilling accomplice. *casts dirty looks at the car* Anyhow, Asher moved in over the weekend and has brought unparallelled cuteness, besides fleas, litterbox odor, and dead fish breath into my life. He also sleeps on my lap, attacks my pen when I'm paying bills, and keeps my feet warm at night.

Just a note: Yes, I already have unparallelled cuteness in my life. Plus Joe does not come with fleas, litterbox odor, or dead fish breath. Nor does he attack my pen. Occasionally he might sleep on my lap and/or keep my feet warm at night, but that isn't the point. Joe brings meaning and real love into my life, as well as cuteness. The kitten doesn't write me poems or leave the state quarter I'm missing by my door (two in case I spend one by accident AGAIN) or make secret plans for my birthday. And the kitten really doesn't appreciate finding red roses on the windshield in the morning. At least, not in a feeling-special-and-drying-them-for-posterity sort of way. (More a shredding-them-all-over-the-carpet kind of way.) Joe is amazingly wonderful and I love him more than anything else. In case there was any question. *raises an eyebrow at you*

However Joe does not have a tail which is the same length as the rest of his body. At least not all the time. And hence, I have adopted a kitten. (Besides, litterbox odor and dead fish breath are character building!) :D

Hehehe. I've pinpointed my current mood. It is: sarcastic. ;)

If Joe's cuteness is represented by [10, 10, 10] and Asher's cuteness is represented by [10, 9, 3], at which point will they intersect?

So tonight has been a relaxing evening at home bonding with my kitten. It's been a wind-down really. Another word to describe current mood: mellow. Kinda go-with-the-flow-y. Like if somebody knocked on my door right now and said "Hey Leslie, let's go shave our heads, paint them pink, and rub Spaghettios all over our faces!" I'd be like, "Hey, sure, cool, you know, whatever." Well depending on who it was. If it was some stranger I never met before I'd be more like "Who are you, what are you smoking, and how do you know my name?" And I'd be really glad that the chain on my door is securely fastened to keep weird bald, pink, noodle-and-tomato-sauce covered people out.

The kitten is now playing with my shoe. I don't really know why. As long as he's not peeing in it though, it's all good.

This evening, post-bill-paying, I had a birthday card to ready for mailing. It'll be late, as the birthday happens to be tomorrow. But I never get cards to the right places on time. Hey it's the thought that counts right? Anyway though, this particular card is for my high school French teacher. It's a bit odd. I liked French in high school (enough that I actually went to France) but I can't say it was my favorite subject. I was good at it and Madame liked me, as long as I did my homework, which came in spurts. She wasn't my favorite teacher. Probably the most... unique. :) A nice enough person if you could get past her strangeness. She actually gave me a hug when I scored 100 on the French Regents in 10th grade. :) Anyways, the reason that I still correspond with her (and not with any of the rest of my former high school teachers) is simply this: we have the same birthday. And actually I don't really keep in touch with her for the rest of the year. But every year around September 19th I head out and choose a card with some whimsically amusing cat (and accompanying witty text) and mail it off to her. I've been doing this since 10th grade. One year, I believe it was 11th grade, Angela and I actually brought her a birthday present, a Porsche. But anyhow, she's always had a card for me as well. She always writes hers in French. I did that at first, but unfortunately I have regressed in my language abilities to the point where I can no longer write a full card out in French. However, I can still understand everything she writes to me. That counts for something.

So today I wrote out the card and got it ready to mail out and I was thinking... wow! There is so much that happens in a year, that gets condensed all the way down to a blurb. Out of the last twelve months of my life, everything I mentioned has happened in the last 3 months. (Except Joe.) :) Like I wrote down "I have a new baby" and I was like, "Wow! It takes less than a year to have a baby!" One of these years I might be saying "I had a baby this year" and she might be like "Whoa! That came out of nowhere!" And it might not be very many more birthday cards before I have a different last name to sign. If you only hear from somebody once a year you miss a lot. At least I think that's what I am getting at.

I suppose I could write more often. :)

But hey... once a year is better than never. :) And it's for a very good reason. Honestly... if we didn't have the same birthday I probably wouldn't write at all. And it the same breath... if more people shared the same birthday as me, I'd keep in touch with more people. ;) I happen to be a big fan of my birthday.

But, Asher's now sleeping contentedly on my lap, and Joe just hopped on AIM. So I think I will save that for another post. :)

Ciao.

When I come back I'll be 22.