a wolf angel is not a good angel

Forgot to post yesterday. Well, I wrote twice the day before. Maybe again today. Not like I have anything to say. I ran out of interesting musings on depression ages ago. Now I’m just depressed.

Did anyone else watch the ending of the Sopranos?

On reflection, I am in the group of people who really liked it.

I watched the Belmont yesterday, where the first filly in however many years won! Hurray! Girl power! (Seriously, did anyone other than the male newscasters think girl power?)

But why has it been over a century? Well, the race is about 140 years old. I think I saw 8 horses race. Even if we assume fewer than that, we can say there have been 1000 instances of horses racing. 22 of them have been fillies, for 3 wins, which looks like very much the same ratio to me. (I’m assuming I am correct that 7 or 8 horses run, on average. The Kentucky Derby and the Preakness have much worse ratios for fillies, though. Not knowing anything about horses I can’t say what it means.)

Some sportscaster said that in Europe, where they race fillies more often, they see more fillies win, so this wouldn’t be as surprising there. Do people even listen to themselves?

Despite my usual skill at never running into anyone I know, this weekend I managed it twice — and *I* recognised them, not just the other way round. And I just found out they work at the same company (I do not know if they know each other; I know them from unrelated places).

This should be enough of the randomly meeting people I know for the next year or so.

It’s not Monday, and I haven’t done a people I hate Monday in ages even if it were, but one day I am going to find the people who return library books stinking of smoke so badly that it makes me ill and kill them all.

Also, whoever is dumping so many cats at the shelter that they don’t have room for all the healthy ones, including my foster cats which I cannot return because they are out of space.

And my god, am I ever tired. I really don’t have anything going on except this exhaustion all the time. All.

I was in a coffee shop today, drinking coffee — caffeinated coffee — listening to some guy talk about his church and how Catholicism was inherently evil cause it’s based on Paganism and reading a disappointing book when I wasn’t distracted by hearing this guy talk about how someone else wasn’t really being Christian by trying to help a woman leave (or something) her abusive husband. Seriously, this guy was weird. Also, a mailman.

Anyways, I kept shutting my eyes and falling asleep in the chair, with the mug of hot coffee in my hand. Yes, I do have coffee all over my shirt, why? And yes, I do know it’s nearly midnight and I’m still asleep awake.

I’m not entirely sure what to write, now. I keep wanting to write, but not about anything, really. More food blogging? I could take cat-and-lizard photos, those would be interesting. I could write more about tv, or the semi-trashy novels I’m reading! Uninspiring.

I know this kind of post is the most boring kind, but really, I’m just hoping that if I accept that I am not writing anything intelligent but that this is fine, because it’s just a blog, I will get back into posting regularly. I’ll make it a goal to post every day for the next 10 days. Maybe that will help me decide what I want to do with this place.

ask.mefi thread called: how can I make my cat like my wife?

I had to open the stupid thing and see inside to figure out what characterstics his wife had that he thought his cat could emulate.