There is currently a mouse in the apartment. We're not sure if it's dead, dying, or frisky as all get-out and waiting impatiently to get into our bread. The mouse, which is cute and small and brown, is here courtesy of out neighbor's cat, Minou, who carried it into the apartment at five this morning. It was dark, raining, and I wasn't wearing my glasses, so it took a while to figure out what had happened. Minou played with the mouse until it ran under the sofa. This morning, when K. and I decided to remove what we were hoping would be a dead mouse, it ran away.

On a happier note, I am now running Panther on my laptop. It is a thing of beauty. Who knew that technology could be so aesthetically pleasing? Obviously not Microsoft.

Continuing the trauma-less notes, if you were the cans of stout purchased for the first annual fruitcake bake-a-thon last weekend and were sentient, you would be happy to know that you survived to see another weekend. Congratulations!

Funny. Sad. Pathetic. Actually more pathetic than anything else. -Zh.