I saw V for Vendetta last night.

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Tonight, I have a few errands to attend to, and I have to call the vet. I spilled Jacques' meds this morning, and though I have enough to last until his last dose on Sunday, he's still sniffling and sneezing. He looks loads better-- eating, drinking, excercising, but he can't seem to shake the sniffles. That worries me.

Overall, though, I'm just tired. Tired and cranky. I want a hot shower and to pull on my PJs and to eat comfort food and to crash out early tonight. Grah.

It finally sank in that I live in an extremely Jewish part of town when I noticed that even the Pakastani-owned Dunkin' Donuts are under the supervision of a Rabbi whose job it is to oversee that all the food is prepared in a kosher manner.

In other news, if I had a frilly apron that said "Kiss the Anarchist!", I'd totally cook more.