The vet said Kittywum was "chunky".

The vet was really trying to be nice, because by any estimation, 30% over your ideal body weight is OBESE.

My cat is obese.






She is now restricted to 3 oz of low fat dry food a day. And no snacks.

What I am doing off rotation (ie. I’m bored)

7:00am - wake up. Because Brad is making lots of noise in the bathroom and I can't get back to sleep even with earplugs

7:15am - shuffle into living room, turn on computer and make coffee. Consider getting dressed. Eventually.

8:00am - funny haha. Still in PJs, blogsurfing and drinking coffee.

9:00am - well gee darn. Haven't moved an inch. Now thinking of putting on running clothes and going to the gym.

10:30am - whoopee. Finally at the gym after 1 and 1/2 hours of procrastination.

11:30-12:00 - lunch.

12:00-4 or 5:00 - play on computer. Chat with Licette on AIM. Call my sister on Skype.

5:00 - realize that my entire day is gone, I haven't done the laundry, thought about making dinner, cleaned the cat litter or read my latest JAMA issue like a good medical student.

5:30 - Brad calls and asks what's for dinner. Me: "chinese takeout"

If anyone has a more productive day than me, please comment. Because I am in such a deep shithole of laziness I can't climb out.

Apartment angst

I'm having some difficulties looking for apartments in Davis. You'd think, wouldn't you, that a little college-town in the middle of central CA, a town that sorta smells like COW when the wind blows a certain way, would offer plenty of cheap housing.

NOT SO.

There are no 2 bedroom apartments under 1200, at least none that I would set foot into. Hell, I wouldn't even put Kittywums in there.

The last loft I looked at, the last gorgeous loft with granite counters, hardwood floors, fireplace (which I wouldn't need but would look oh-so-trendy), and in apartment full-sized W/D, was $2200.

And speaking of washers and dryers, why, oh god why is it so hard to find an apartment with a washer and dryer? I mean, I just too fucking old to be trucking my laundry down the stairs across the courtyard to the laundry room every single week. BLEH. JUST BLEH.

In addition, dishwashers. I feel like if an apartment doesn't offer W/D, the least they could do is offer a goddamn dishwasher.

Ok, I think I'm finished ranting. Be on the lookout for additional moving to California bitch posts.

I want to go back. :(

I just spent the last week or so running around Europe, visiting my sister who's studying in Leuven, this quaint little college town not too far from Brussels. I had an awesome time. Plus I got to drink with Stephanie (who previously was too young to drink in the States, plus she looks like she's like 16 years old) AT AN ACTUAL BAR.

So we start off in London which was snowy and cold and damp. I loved it!!!! Unfortunately though, it was rather expensive thanks to the worthless dollar.

Here's me in front of Tower of London. I look a little frozen, don't I.




I ran headfirst into the Tibetan vs. Chinese protest as the Olympic flame was passing through London. I slunk away and tried to look American.




Me 'n Stephanie (aka Stepums) in Leuven


I think they drink a lot here. The Cafe is a euphemism for Bar.....which also serves espresso. Because beer and coffee are two very important joys in life.



Amsterdam was fun too. lots of fun. But I can't really say anything because I might have been googled by ppl from my residency program. Enough said. Draw your own conclusions.

Brad in front of a canal. I think this is after he partook of the items for sale at a "coffeehouse". He's very happy.





Me and huge penis. And small penises. All courtesy of one of Amsterdam's sex museums...which was a little more, um, stimulating than looking at Van Gogh all day.





And just some other comments....

Kids are allowed in bars. Very cool.
People in Europe are skinny. Which makes the average American tourist stick out like a sore thumb.
Not that there aren't other things to make the American tourist stick out. Like tennis shoes. And baseball caps. And the dreaded MONEY BELT.

But it was loads of fun and now I'm back in Philadelphia. Boo.