cupid, draw back your bow...

Why that title? Because I'm in the mood for some Sam Cooke, yo. I am attempting to type this with a tiny tabby cat wedged between my laptop and me. She stole a piece of cheddar from me and is now trying to bat my hand away from the keyboard so I'll pet her. Bossy little thing. She's lucky she's cute.

I'm tired and I don't have a whole lot to say. Once again, I'm blogging for the sake of blogging. Or meta-blogging, if you will.

My creative writing project is done. Thank you to those of you who helped with that. I feel better about my decision to do this, but still sad, I'll admit. (Oh wait, LesleyMom doesn't like it when I'm sad and I know she'll read this, so hey! Just kidding, Mom!) (To those of you who are not LesleyMom, I am so not kidding. The sads, I have them. But I am trying to be a grownup about it.)

Oh was that vague? Yeah, sorry about that.

In other news, I am wondering if Facebook could please create filters for the following:
- Stupid re-posted pictures
- "If we get 1,000,000 likes, then we can get a puppy!"
- Pictures of abused animals
- Hateful political ranting
- Something that will only allow smart people to comment on my stuff

That last one is actually the most important one to me. If Facebook could accommodate that last one, I'd be quite thankful.

In yet other news, we're getting some sort of Snowgasm here tonight. Allegedly. Supposedly. If the Weather Channel can be believed. So I'd better get some sleep now just in case I have to leave uber-early for the office in the AM.

Good night.