I have a point to made. Bu I'm too tired. I *wish* I was drunk. Alas, just tired.Conversations at the "chichi" events at the fish tank are very enjoyable. LOTS of drunk people. The dress (some good, some "what the hell were you thinking?" and a couple that welll, no descriotion to do them fair.

Talkd to a guy for a while in the husbandry staff - he's one of the vets. Really dug our convos. Could really get on his examining table. somet ime. I could be a bad kitty right? lol

Reality is, that I probably won't ever see him around the halls.

Saw lots a local celebs. I was in "The Main Gallery" with The $Donars of the place sitting 3 feet away from me, with the head of Guest services within ear range as well as I'm talking about sharks, rays, etv. Was hoping I didn't get anything wrong on it.

 I swallowed 5 ambien and a handful of Aleve for the major cramps I have approaching. My goal is to sleep soundly thru the night. I need a new heating pad. Mine's dead. My brain has the consistentcy of an over-cooked brussel sprout.

And by teh way, I think Brussel Sprouts are GREATLY underrated asa veggie.

Think the drugs are kickin' in. Wishing Producerboy, my long-distanve best buddiy in the world, a super-deper brithday even if it mean we didn't do the bike rendezovous thing. I thing our encounter shouls be in a park without distraction but plent y of people watching and then move into a cool coffee bar to continue our ramblings and laughter and "OH SHIT!' Your comments to me meant SO much to me -literally brings tears to my eyes - and not because I'm crying in laughter. You know what I mean.

And with that, my chief feline officer, whisker sargaent Lulu is telling me it's time to go to bed.
(Shes quite insistent!)

Sweet dreasm

 **** Sunday a.m.
Laughing hysterically.