Last night’s forecast of “light rain” was the grossest understatement of the century.

It was a full-blown epic friggin’ hurricane out there – torrential downpour, scary winds, and I am pretty sure I saw four guys on horses flying through the air. My ride home from the opera was probably the scariest ride I’ve ever had; even worse than the time I rode naked and blindfolded through a cemetery at midnight on Halloween after watching a “My Super Sweet 16” marathon on TLC. I’ve never been wetter; not even that time I watched Bizarro Titanic. Continuing my trend of public nudity, I took off most of my sodden clothes in the hallway before I opened my door – I was soaked through each of my four layers. It was bad. My jeans are still dripping water into the bathtub.

The bad continued early this morning, when I was awakened by the second worst noise a cat owner can be startled by: the sound of a full keyboard buffer. I bolted out of bed to see Sasha sitting on my laptop like she belonged there, and all my windows fucked up. She also shed all over my keyboard, and pried a few of the keys up. I *hate* it when the cats sit on my laptop. Anyone want a cat or four?

All that is behind me though, as I am getting ready to leave for Got Craft on Commercial Drive. I hope to see some of you there! It should be pretty awesome; the last one was a lot of fun and all I did was take pictures.

Speaking of pictures, I’ve uploaded images from last night’s opera – check them out, why not. Good times.

Time for fun!

needs a punk cover