A few things:

-- After the work week I've had, you guys have no idea how much I needed to see this. *hugs you all*

-- You know things at work are bad when Cute Guy With Girlfriend and Baby showed up at work this morning after our shift ended to advise us to all look for new jobs. Which we were all doing anyway, because right now everybody's rough estimate is that the factory's not even going to be there in a year. And my brother and I have a job hunt planned for Monday, since going together will keep us both from staying home and just saying we should be looking for work.

-- I, um, signed up for Sweet Charity. I'm good for a fic or a drunken movie recap. God help me, but there it is. :)

-- I'm watching some crappy Sci-Fi Channel movie whose only redeeming quality seems to be that Stan Kirsch is in it. Heh. Still pretty cute.

-- According to my cable guide, there's a special on Bravo at five about Larry Birkhead called "Good Night My Sweet Anna Baby". I have a choice between that and the National Geographic special about the train wreck. I think I hate it when the cable company makes the jokes for me.

-- You know that cell phone commercial where the daughter says that her five friends are programmed into her cell phone, and her brother says, "That's funny, because they're on mine, too," and the daughter complains to the father, and he says, "Well, maybe you should have uglier friends"? That is SO my dad, it's not even funny.

-- My brother had to go see Norbit with his girlfriend. Pity him.

My brother is an idiot.

I called him two days ago and said, "I'm running out of cat food and I'm in the middle of my shift. Can you do me a huge favor and bring down some cat food from the house?" Since, you know, technically it's still my mom's cat, therefore she's still paying for the food.

Anyway, he didn't bring the food. So I called him again yesterday. "I have one can of food left and I'm giving it to the cat now. Bring down some food, please."

Still no food when I got home this morning.

So I call him this afternoon. "Bryan, the cat would like to eat now. If you don't bring down food he's going to kill me, strip me of my flesh, and start a barbecue over the radiator."

I just had to walk to the minimart in three-inch heels to get cat food. Apparently feeding a cat is optional in my brother's mind, and obviously not nearly as important as playing video games, pretending to look for work, or making out with the new girlfriend. *headdesk*

I wonder if I should take it as a compliment that my parents were going to give me a cat the day I moved into the apartment if the landlord had let them and yet I highly doubt my brother's going to get the same offer when he moves out.

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In other news, I am all dressed up to go out to the bar and I'm not all that interested in going anymore. *sigh* I am just really freaking tired this weekend. Words cannot describe how worn out I feel, so right now I'm sitting here in the orange tank top that manages to give me something vaguely resembling cleavage and painted-on jeans and the aforementioned three-inch heels less interested in going to a couple of bars than I am in curling up in my office chair with the cat and watching Top Design reruns.