"My government should not make me need Xanax."

I said that to my boss earlier this week, and I've since repeated it several times, because it just keeps being true.

This week I've seen a lot of very angry politicians on my TV, complaining about how nothing's being done about... steroids in baseball.

In the meantime, the morning DJs on 99X, who usually stick to lowest-common-denominator jokes about sex and booze, are tearing Mike Brown a new one. Toucher, who I generally regard as a moronic shock-jock, was hilarious in his impression of Brown whining on the stand that he wants to go back to his horses.

Shouldn't our elected officials be a little more concerned about Mike Brown perjuring himself that Rafael Palmiero perjuring himself?

Like I said, my government should not make me need Xanax.

You were right, I was wrong.

Just wanted to thank everyone for listening to my Heidi freak-out yesterday and publically admit that yes, you guys were right. Cats are freaky little beasts and one should not waste one's time trying to analyze them.

Heidi was just fine last night. She played with her fishing-pole toys for about half an hour (that's a lot more stamina than last week) and might be starting to catch on that when she jumps up on the couch and sits next to me, I give her a treat. At one point she kinda passed out on my arm. And while I was petting her she started making this noise about halfway between purring and snorting, so I'm hoping that means she's happy.