Not much

Pretty much not much.  My day was basically Gran Turismo 5, bunch of episodes of Glee and Dexter since I was behind in those, and stressing over my moron cat.  He went and did what I hoped he wouldnt, which was scratch at the side of his neck.  He's had a couple surgerys there in the past so his skin is not too loose.  Which means further surgery there at some stage would be a real bad idea.  So now he's gone and scratched away that area raw.  I dunno if the infection above it made him subconciously just tear away at it or if he was trying to claw away matted fur, but either way he's gone and done it.  I'm hoping he'll not fuck with it too much and it'll heal.  I'll know in a couple days or so.  If he's still fucking with it I'll take him to the vet on monday.  Just dont want to move him around since his legs are still sore and picking him up to put him in his carry case could earn me some new scars.

I'm pondering buying myself a new chair.  My current one has sort of pissed me off over the years but I never found one I was happy with.  I did  try out one last weekend that I liked but I didnt focus too much on it at the time nor check the price.  I'm thinking this weekend I'll go take a better look at it and if the price isnt some spaz amount I'll grab it.

So finally sent off about 100 photos to get printed.  I was pretty amazed to see it'll only cost me like $11.  I remember back during the days of FILM when you'd take them in to get developed.  Memory being dodgy like it is, I THINK each print cost something like $1-$2 or so.  A simple roll of 24 would end up costing $20-30 or something.  I'm curious to see how they'll turn out.  I know plenty of people who hate having their photo taken and go through their lives capturing maybe 1 photo of themselves every 5-10 years.  Now days I guess its different what with things like facebook and phones having cameras.  People just go stupid taking any old photo.  Which is good.    Make sure you never lose them.

Another very annoying thing, today I've felt like theres something missing.  Somethings empty.  And I cant put my damn finger on it.  Needless to say I never experience this sort of crap since I'm perfectly happy.  So wtf?  Its really annoying me.

Heres a picture of me and my grandfather when I visited him in greece.  He's got a sense of humour lolol