I’m not sure what this is a sign of, but it’s got to be a sign of something.

I can be completely out of every ounce of substances edible to humans, but if I’m tired, I’ll just say “Fuck it, I’ll pick something up tomorrow.”

But if I’m even almost out of cat food, it doesn’t matter how exhausted I am, I’ll go to Ralph’s and haul out eight pounds of food for my little buddy.

I mean, I generally eat three meals a day at work and can order in when necessary. But I still find it a bit odd that I’ll feed Chaplin long before I feed myself.

A few odds and ends before I disappear into Foot Surgery Land tomorrow:

- Disgusting double-entendre of the day.

- CBS resurrected Jericho, which makes me happy because I enjoyed how insanely ridiculous that show was. I was not enough of a fan to send unsolicited tons of peanuts to CBS, but still, it’s nice to know the show will live to create even more egregious plot holes.

- Mom’s here to help me out with the first couple post-surgical days when I’ll be doped to the gills, which will be helpful. However, mom snores REALLY loud. I’d forgotten about that.

- I have to be at the surgery center tomorrow at 5:45am, so I’m getting up at 5. Between mom snoring and Chaplin yowling, I don’t think they’re even going to have to give me a sedative to get me back to sleep.

A few small pieces of flotsam and jetsam, Krazy-glued together into one for your convenience.

1. Doc’s taking off the cast tomorrow, so I find out if (*cough cough* when *cough cough cough*) I need surgery. At least I’ll finally be able to scratch this itch on the outside of my leg that’s been driving me nuts for days.

2. I really have got to figure out why my apartment heats up faster than my damn oven. I’m trying some heat control window film (if I can figure out how to get it on there) on the giant front window to see if that helps, but if it’s getting to be 80 inside when it’s not even 70 outside? I’m fucked when it’s 100 outside.

3. That guitar at the end of the episode that aired tonight? I have been lusting over that exact guitar for six years. I almost bought one when it was cheaper, but then I had to replace my car’s entire exhaust system, and away went my guitar fund. When they took that sucker out of the box, I was green with envy. When it was played by a talented guitarist, I was even more jealous, because it sounds fucking amazing. The prop department has put me On Notice that if it goes missing, they’re coming after me. Probably prudent of them.

- There is nothing that will wake a cat owner faster from a dead sleep at 4am than the sound of a cat, even halfway across the house, about to puke.

- When it’s this cold in LA (37 degrees when I left the house yesterday), does that mean hell’s officially frozen over?

- Working on a TV show where every single MRI we show goes bad (to the point where TWoP has nicknamed it “The MRI of DOOOOOOOOOOOM”) makes you more than a little reluctant to schedule medical appointments, even necessary ones, that might result in having to get an MRI.