Current mood:	discontent
Current music:	meowing.

pie.
There is left over pie. Still. Gosh darnit, if we had more living people running around here, I could get more of this pie eaten.

I refuse to believe that, as Gunn put it, "went off the pie in the sky deep end with no paddle, yo". First off, that doesn't make two bits to Betsy of sense. Second...I like making pie.

The most exciting news of the week? We're having an infestation of stray cats at the Hyperion. And no, someone asked me if it was the band, and its not. What kind of name is that for a band anyhow? The cats? They are not fun. I can see why mother didn't let me have any kinds of pets. Smelly