I woke up this morning with the cat laying on my chest incessantly licking my face. Both hands weren't sufficient for her desire, so I finally just got up. Now she's sleeping at the end of the bed. Something isn't right with the world.

Last night Anthony and I went out to Hu Hot and then got some custard. We were going to go see a movie, but decided we were too tired and just went home. I think we're going to see No Country for Old Men sometime today.

In other news, the worst resume-speller was actually picked for an interview after the search committee met. I think I'm in trouble when I go to look for a job. I obviously have no sense in these matters.