a wolf angel is not a good angel

Well, my pseud, anyhow. I think of wolfa as being a fake viking, like a ren faire type, except with one of those helmets with the horns on it. Which is way more interesting than how I think of my real name (either boring or nursery rhymey, depending).

I pronounce the last syllable like -ah, if this has any bearing on your answer.

I went out for a lovely meal with a friend, where mostly we discussed technicalities of the period (which I figured out is coming for me, which explains my mood, which is a good thing). And the food too was very good.

Except then I got home — I lent her some books so I could save them for the holidays, despite desperately wanting to read them right now (and being halfway through one), and I had to kick her out immediately so I could be sick. She didn’t even get to play with the kittens, because they sat by the bathroom door waiting for me. Later, they sat in the bathroom with me. Which is sweet, I guess? But also sort of gross. Perhaps not, if you are a cat.

I don’t know what to post about. I am, I think, PMSy. The cats are still unadopted. My cough is really bad and I now am out of breath almost as soon as I get outside (wages of cold air is death). I also hate websites that have internal links (for blogs, this is links to the full page with comments, usually) that open up in new windows (or tabs). What is the point of that?

I guess this is like a practice run for Wednesday Whining.

I thought I was the only person who has no idea who the next leader of the liberal party will be. Ignatieff? Long on ideas, short on political skill. I don’t like Bob Rae. Is anyone else even a contender anymore? I sort of am fond of Stephane Dion, but he’s likely only to be kingmaker, not king. I have no feelings about Gerard Kennedy, though I prefer him to Rae.

The reality is, of course, that any of them could do fine, because they complement each other quite well — but only if the losing three don’t work to undermine the winner in a fit of pique.

I’d say Bob Rae, with a second bet for Gerard Kennedy. I guess there will be better estimates after the debates (which I will ignore, as it will be my sister’s birthday and I will be out eating steak and mushrooms instead).

via Sheelzebub, though when I tried to change some of my “I’m not sure” answers, I got OCD reader. This is, I assume, a surprise to absolutely no one at all. Annoyingly, I was supposed to see someone today, but she seems to have disappeared (as usual), and so I can’t give her the books I bought for my trip but have started reading anyhow, because I have many skills but none of them involve not reading books.

I am sleeping very poorly.

Either I need to become noctural, or the cats need to be diurnal. My feet are not monkey bars.

In other news, my “can’t have them stuck in a cage!” feeling is dissipating very very quickly.

While at my parents’ house, my sister came running to me, very desperate. I had to help her right now! It looked like she had posted porn on her myspace bulletin board!

I went and deleted all the porn and win a billion trillion dollar links and stuff. Then I wanted to see if her friends had had the same problem, but, oops, her page had been hacked too, and the entire thing was a link to yoursexgames or something like that. I fixed that too, of course, through my howls of laughter and her howls of protest that it really truly was not a joke.

I’m not getting much interest in the kittens (who doesn’t want kittens?), so I’m hoping that this is the weekendness of it. I am so very, very loath to have them in a cage at the SPCA. They will be so sad, especially when they’re all but one adopted. They’ll be alone! Not with people who spend hours a day with them. And the little black and white one is, well, sort of ugly, and has eye problems, so she’ll be much harder to have adopted. Poor baby. (I will of course take her back if she doesn’t get adopted, but that’s after who knows how long alone.)

Yes, it’s crazy, and I should just bring them to the SPCA, because then Matilda would be ecstatic and I could sleep more than an hour before somethings started eating my toes, but they’re so cute! What if they get sick when they’re there? Etc. My goal was to have all the animals gone by Dec 1, but that seems a little unlikely now. Still, the hardest one to place has a home, so it’s just a bunch of adorable little kittens.

[this post edited on account of it being too silly]