All this hot weather has brought flies to our house. It hasn't exactly reached plague proportions (I've seen about 5), so I'm not here to complain about it quite yet. I just thought you'd like to know that our formerly-wild cat (Mowgli) loves to eat them. Loves it. Today, one of the other cats chased down a fly, jumping acrobatically and using her paws to pluck it out of the air. Just as she was loosening her grip and peering between her paws, Mowgli jumped on her back, stole the fly, and ate it. Mmmm...protein.

The test wave has almost reached the beach. Today I took one portion of my psychopathology test and was pleasantly surprised at its difficulty level (relatively low). The essay portion is Wednesday; I assume it will be significantly harder. Now, I'm off to finish my paper about psychoanalytic theory.

By the way, what's with this weather (188 degrees with 185% humidity on October 8)? I thought this was supposed to be Michigan. Oh, right. This is Michigan.

I've got a big exam tomorrow, a 12-page, take-home exam due Tuesday, and a train whistle blowing in my ear. I'll write more when it's all over.

Jeff
1992-2007

Goodbye, old friend.
Off somewhere good,
I hope.

Sarah will probably tell you all about it, but today we decided to take the hit and take our cats to see the veterinarian (they've been sick for a long time, but this morning one of them looked and smelled like death warmed over).

The good news is that it cost about 1/10 what I thought it would (oh, and the cats are going to be fine...). The bad news is that we found out our cats are, to put it delicately, disease-ridden flea bags.

Interesting fact: chlamydia and herpes apparently aren't considered STDs when they infect cats. At least we can take solace in the fact that they're not promiscuous.