I might have hobgoblin feet

It's winter and I'm in the mindset that I want a pedicure, but that I'd better do a bit of light sanding and chopping before I let anybody else work on my feet.

I'm in a budding relationship at this point and I'm being super honest about everything. He thinks my cat's name is funny and asked me some questions about her - because who wouldn't be curious about a Supreme Cat Justice?

I admitted the following:
- I worry that the downstairs neighbors can hear me babytalk to her.
- I made a little perch for her on the window with the fire escape so she can stare at the dead squirrel on the neighbor's roof, but she broke a piece of the blinds to make a little eye-hole and she sits in it backwards and instead spies on me like this:

It is a little bit creepy when I can't find her and I realize she's been watching me look around for her for about ten minutes. She's a little weird. I also imagine that if she could talk, she'd have a British accent like Julie Andrews and would say "quite, quite" a lot.
- I superimposed her face onto pictures of Ruth Bader Ginsburg and vice versa and his response to all of this:

"You need to get a t.v."

So, it's going well.

On a completely unrelated note (I swear), researchers have reported that zapping testicles with ultrasound waves can cut sperm production and serve as a form of birth control. They've been testing it in rats with positive results, but still need to do a bit more. This research has been underway since the 1970s. Let that sink in for a moment. The freaking 70s? They have been testing out the SAME stupid idea for forty years? You assholes. We've been getting pimples, gaining weight and stabbing people in hormone rages since the 30s and you discovered forty years ago that you can slightly decrease sperm counts and make men "sub-fertile" with ultrasound waves in warm salt water. That actually sounds relaxing and like a massage, you selfish jerks. GODDAMMIT, WHY AREN'T YOU USING THIS? That's it, I'm building my own ultrasound machine and administering this procedure in my apartment if it ever comes to that. Do you think that just means zapping Ani Difranco toward testicles with really great speakers? That is how I shall proceed. Wait, do toasters make ultrasound waves? Maybe I'll get one of those.