I Went to Le Meridien And All I Got Was This Stupid Pizza

Somehow I got talked into coming up to work with Dan this morning and install computers with their computer guy Brian, Dan, and his co-workers Kim and Roxanne. So here I am starving, staring at phallicly shaped cacti and creepy life sized paper mache dolls named Mr. M. Ski.

Plato is fine, although he has not a crumb of food left in the house. Kasey said she’d drop some food off to us later. Plato thanks you, Kasey!

Ok, I lied. Since his gonadectomy Plato has been kinda vicious. Before, he’d bite us when he’d get excited.. now he bites and claws. He also makes this weird chattering sound with his mouth.

Our cat, the cenobite.