Here's what my friends do on Sunday mornings when they roost at my house.

Huh, I think TV On The Radio's "Dear Science" is finally clicking for me.

hey jackboot, fuck your war!
Cause I'm fat and in love and no bombs are fallin’ on me for sure
But I'm scared to death that I’m livin' a life not worth dying for

Anyone else listened to this album? It's quite the mad rush.

In fact, come to think of it, I've got the technology. If you're logged in, hop over to domesticat.net/listen to ... well ... do just that.

I hate the concept of 'bucket lists.'  Life is so fragile and short, and I think I'd rather put thought and energy into experiencing life instead of just checking things off a list that ends with "and now that you're done, hurl yourself off of a cliff."

Thus the 'life list' at http://domesticat.net/todo which a few of you have seen so far. Not things to check off, but experiences I want, accomplishments I'm seeking, skills I'm willing to learn.

Please hand me my cult card; I own a slanket, and now my friends have experienced it for themselves.

It's the simplest thing, really: a blanket with sleeves.  It's been a couch mainstay in cold weather ever since Adam gave it to me last year.  My inability to stay warm in the wintertime is well known, and he thought it would work well for his goofy friend who couldn't stay warm but who still wanted to work on her laptop on the couch.

How I managed to forget to document this recipe last year, I do not know, but I did.

This is the bread dip of great evil I break out only once a year: PHE*.  When you read over the ingredients, you'll understand why; our arteries really can't cope with having this dip with any greater frequency.

I will be glad when this is over.

This has been a two-week span in which it felt like nothing went right, in which events would seem to fall into place only to spin out, away from my hands, out of my control yet again. Repeat ad infinitum, two weeks and counting.

I thought meltdowns were supposed to be teary, sobbing water fountains.  Instead, it was the hollowness of sitting on my spot on the couch on a Sunday morning and realizing I felt out of my depth, overwhelmed, and unable to exert any kind of control over the situation.