Reflections on a ball of fur

My life has become much more interesting with the addition of my baby feline, B'Elanna. (Yes, I'm a dork and I gave her a Star Trek name. :P But, I mean, if you really knew the character, you'd agree - it's a good fit. She's a little rough around the fluffy edges, feisty, vocal, and occasionally vindictive: just what you'd expect from a half klingon half human...and she's black calico.) ... Okay, I'm going to stop digging the hole now. :P

Anyway, after a *wonderful* trip to the DC area to visit my childhood friend (weird, I can say that now), Lindsey, and her awesome fiancé, Brian, I'm starting to get settled back in here in Arkansas -- wrapping up loose and very stressful ends with the apartment and my roommate, trying to find a new place to live after July 31, tutoring, and really trying to slow down enough to figure out what I'm doing with my life. I thought I'd have this happy feeling when I graduated, like a weight was lifted off of my shoulders. I'd have a degree! Just the opposite. I have a degree! And no job. At least when I was in school, I knew what I was focusing on. Now I just feel depressed and lost and I think the weight on my shoulders got heavier. And might I add that I despise the weather here? Just saying...I'm ready to move somewhere with less humidity so I can breathe and not feel like I need three showers a day.

Anyway, I think that instead of focusing on all that crazy stressful life transition stuff, for now I'm going to find out how to fix feline flatulence. Because I'm not kidding; B'Elanna has cleared a room more than once. I have never smelled a cat that could cut the cheese like that. Hopefully there's a cure. =/