Nothing to say, really

[sienamystic]

I feel like I should have things to say, but then I sit down and try to think of actually writing something down and realize I've got nothing. Work is busy, I haven't done my taxes yet, and nobody has responded to the brief podcast I did for my upcoming exhibition by saying, "You got everything wrong!" which is what my paranoid nature expects to happen every time I say something in public.

So. Um.

The weather is lovely, I've just made Swedish meatballs and egg noodles, we're going back to the gym tonight (a pound and a half away from thirty pounds lost) and we saw two adorable kittens up for adoption at the Petsmart today, and had to run before we lost our heads and took them home.

And that's about all there is.