I am typing this with Candace in my lap. She is licking my arm and hands. Apparently I am delicious.

I am also lonely and glad she is here. Lottie headed out to Athfest this weekend and left me all alone. I am starting to suck at being a single person, something I never have worried about before. I guess with my family in a different state and my friends flung out over the city and busy with their own lives, I just wish there were someone always available for me. I don't have a best friend, another sort of foreign concept to me.

I had to take Candace to adoptions today, and she went right into her carrier (courtesy of advice from Kim, the trainer at work), and then proceeded to cry most of the way to PetSmart, and then shake when I put her in the cage so people could see her and adopt her. I felt like a devil bitch dropping off her first child at kindergarten. Luckily Candace forgave me, and she is being much more touchy feely than she usually is. Poor baby. I want to adopt her so badly. I would also like a permanent place to live, but I haven't figured out where that is yet, so no cats or bulky furniture.

Next weekend I am going to Nashville to take care of Ian, my baby brother, and I am super excited about that. I asked him what he wanted to do while I was there, and he promptly responded, "Go to Starbucks!" The kid is addicted. It won't be my money that pays for his three dollar drink, though, so I said sure. I am going to live on the tofu created by the people who work at the Asian place near my parents' house. It is super food.

In other news, I bought V for Vendetta and have been pigging out since Thursday. Hopefully I will drag my ass to spin class tomorrow.

I have decided that I will never live alone.