Private Bath

I opened my bedroom door this morning to my cat in a rather interesting position, who looked up at me with this /look/ in his eyes that said, "Excuse me, but this is a private bath." I really felt like I had intruded - it was very strange. He followed me down the hall to the bathroom though and sat there while I showered, basking in the warmth. Afterwards, as I standing at the sink, it occured to me that I should probably clean the bathroom before my roommate comes home. It's just been me down there all summer so I have to admit that I've been very lax in my domestic duties. But Jade would probably appreciate it if the bathroom wasn't covered in long red hairs when she gets back in a week or two. Sigh. So many things to do, so little time.

As an interesting side note with no backstory - I think the cab driver I had last night thought I was a prostitute. I'm really not sure how to feel about this. Half of me wants to be insulted, half of me wants to take it as a compliment and the other half is just laughing. And this is why I failed math.

Last night I dreamed that I was on stage singing with Spirit of the West/Great Big Sea/some other similar band. I get the feeling that this not having a voice thing is starting to get to me. I can't stand not being able to sing anything, anytime. Gah! I know that I should just be patient, but let's be honest, patience has never been my strongest virtue. It doesn't even make it into the top 20. I want to be done being sick, now. Can anyone arrange that for me? I thought not. Ah well, back to the salt mines...