I'm guessing they're assuming it's in Burbank, which it's not; so I suppose said bad guys could fan out from there and search the approximately 1,400 Catholic churches in the greater metro area. It shouldn't take too long.
During and after vacation, when I was sick, I dropped to 158 pounds and stayed there through the holidays, which pleased me mightily, considering I wasn't working out and I was eating like a pig. Now that the holidays are over and I'm back to eating normally and working out, I am up to 165. WTF?
It's a good thing I love my cat, because after a month of lulling me into a false sense of security by actually sleeping on the bed most of the night and behaving like a good boy, last night he decided that 3 am was a good time to start walking all over the bedroom and knocking things off the bureau. I'm glad I talked Barb into putting her new art glass vase in the living room. It's a little top-heavy and I would hate to have seen some horrible feline sent to his early demise should he have happened to knock it off the bureau. (Onto our unforgiving cement floor.)
My arm has been hurting like a freakin' sonufabitch for days now. I can barely lift anything this morning, and it has that internal throbbing, swollen-bruise feeling (it's neither swollen nor bruised, just feels like it). And it's January, so Deductible Reset time in Health Care land, fuck that. I probably need to have an MRI or something to see what's REALLY wrong in there, but who can afford that? (Other than people who make over $250,000 and have saved big bucks in taxes the last eight years, that is.) I have to remember to schedule a massage next week. I'm pretty sure that's why I feel crappy this morning -- oh, not sick enough to stay home, mind you, just generally crappy.
I know it's supposed to be More Joy time (or was that yesterday? I had some lovely fig yoghurt yesterday, that was nice), but at the moment I'm too cranky to be joyful. I have to work Monday, too. Bah.
I did finally catch an episode of Community yesterday, and it's as cool as everyone says.
Speaking of television, I can't believe I forgot Better Off Ted on my list. It's a show where I consistently, every episode, laugh out loud at least once, often many, many times; it's freakin' HIGH-larious. (Much geek love for Lem and Phil!)