I have pie woe. There were several pies on the clearance rack, several of which were cherry pies, the one true pie. So I bought one. Tonight I thought "I have pie!" Alas, I did not buy a cherry pie, I bought a marion berry pie. I cannot look at those pies without thinking of foolish mayors of Washington, D.C., but I thought, "Maybe the fruit is good." Alas again, the marion berry has no real flavor. It's kind of vaguely cherry/raspberry/sort of appley, with lots of seeds. And I sighed sadly, told myself, "You're not supposed to be eating pie anyway, do not eat pie you don't even like," and put it aside. Heck, an apple pie of tough apples would have been better.

So I'll eat popcorn instead.

Completely failed at being productive this afternoon after my errands and dropping off fluids for Brian. I blame cats. But after my swim, I've vacuumed and mopped, scrubbed the micro and tub, replaced the shower curtains and am laundering the old so I can use them as drop cloths without concern later. And my belly is now being deliriously& aggressively kneaded but a gourdy cat.

Excellent, Matt! Volcano fajitas sound dangerous, though.

Cherry pie is the one true pie. Nothing else will do.

Sarameg, that sounds very productive to me.

They probably *are* dangerous, they're mixed grill fajitas served in a sizzling bowl made of volcanic rock. (I'm picturing something like a geode, but maybe it's a smooth carved stoneware skillet?)

I realized that now that I've made a public statement about it, I actually have to go to the place next Friday to put my money where my mouth is. Not that I mind putting singles in a G-string or two, but I'm a lot less tolerant of loud clubs than I used to be.

The possibility of having a guest over tonight (since evaporated) lit a fire under me today and got me to declutter, clean my bathroom, do laundry, and basically everything else I need to make my loft presentable except vacuum. I also did grocery shopping and hung up a set of scrabble lights I bought in St. Louis.

They responded that everyone was welcome and changed the blurb to "Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting [strip revue's name]". So it looks like it was just a case of someone not thinking through the implications of their phrasing. Next time I have a craving for volcano fajitas, I can eat them with a clear conscience.

That's great. I don't think you necessarily have to go there for the strip show, either!

Shower, check. First load of laundry in, check.

I'm putting off the shower until after I rake leaves. Which I oughta got get on to doing.

Oh crap, I have to rake, too. I have to shower before laundry because most of my clothes get hung in the bathroom. I should have raked first of all!

I'm still on the couch. Pinned by cats. One in particular. Plus his weight is on a tight muscle and it is actually helping.

Uh oh, Pumpkin just took after a toy, I predict mayhem and no excuses shortly.

Ugh. From 7-730 someone's car alarm/horn was going off outside. Hate. Want to go smash in their car window. I mean, could've been worse, I was half awake anyway and went to bed early, but...

Yay Matt! I do think you should go see the strippers. Just for the stories you could then tell us. Think about US, Matt.

Ugh, that is annoying!