Bad things come in threes

Apparently, I am the focus of all bad things this weekend, according to my mother. This amuses me. First, the car died. Second, my cat apparently msised the litterbox and really stunk up the carpet with urine. Third, when sorting through panes of stained glass this afternoon, trying to pick a color for the suncatcher I'm making, I basically jammed my thumb onto a jagged edge from a partially-used piece. Good thing I'm not too squeamish, because there was a lot of blood very quickly. I'm okay now, though a band-aid does make it a little more difficult to use a trackball.

Saw Signs with the parents and their friends tonight. Scared the crap out of me; I don't know if Dad has yet regained circulation in his right arm. I liked it lots. If you're the type of person who enjoys the "scared of what you don't see" movies, or just Shyamalan in general, you'll probably like it, too.

Gah, I'm boring tonight. I should try posting when I'm not so tired.

Random anime thought of the day

Kenshin kind of has a mullet.