Ah the first post of a new year--the optimism of the fresh start comigled with the crushing reality of me being bad at this whole thing. Seriously journaling, corispondance, phone calls. I just don't. And hopefully I get somewhat better at these things as I go along, I would like to have a record.

So, what's news?

Hmmm...well I fell down the stairs on Friday morning. Actually less fell and more 'bounced down' on my arse. Kinda whanged my head, and some parts of my back as well. I am dismayed to discover that everything in my body is INFACT attached to everything else. When I woke up on Saturday morning things hurt that didn't have any business hurting. I should also mention that, if you are looking to be resuced by your pet, you should probably not own cats. They didn't actually cause the fall (Odd in itself, since Litha has been trying to kill us with the stairs for days.) but they didn't lift a fuzzy-paw to help me either. Although they did come to see what the enormous KWA-THOOOOMP noise was--just stood there lookin' at me like; "Silly bi-ped, he can't even walk a short flight of stairs."

So, for those of you keeping track at home--cats are good for many things; being EMTs is not among them. They also don't understand irony, again confusing, you would think if any animal needed a genetic pre-disposition towards irony it would be yer kitty. My theory is that they are so busy pretending not to understand human speech that most ironic statements just walk right by them. To my knowledge the only animal that does get irony is the platypus.