Post rant.

I suppose that could be misconstrued as meaning "after the rant" but in this case, I'm referring to the post office. In a previous entry, I noted that a good chunk (as in all) of my mail was being forwarded to an incorrect location. On the 16th, I place a change of address form in the outgoing mail at the apartment as directed by the USPS.GOV website. (I'd link to it, but that would infer that I cared or that they had a good website.) I came back today just to make sure everything was being forwarded. I found that not quite everything was being forwarded. Call it none. The change of address form had been placed back IN my mail box. So kind, thoughtful and observant of the postal carrier. *sigh* Oh well. I guess it could be worse. I was just hoping that they'd pull their act together. On the other hand, what can you expect for $0.37?

In other news, I busted my ass on DDR tonight. More specifically, I spent a lot of time in work out mode attempting to burn a lot of calories. Moderate success can be claimed. Also, the new cat (roommates) and my cat are still having issues. Actually, my cat is having issues. The other is behaving quite nicely. I felt rather bad for my young friend when he jumped up on my lap only to land on another cat. A lot of hissing and growling ensued, but no injuries were acquired by anyone present.

I've been looking for a good philosophical question to pose, but few come to my mind these days. I think my mind must be cluttered with too much crap thus not allowing the really good thoughts to get in. That's great if I'm in a life and death situation and I need to think about the situation at hand above all else, but it doesn't work out too well when I'm looking for good ideas. Perhaps some will wander in now that I've made this statement.

They who grow up, grow thin of imagination and character. They who grow out will find new space for their thoughts and ideas.