So. It's the weekend now, so I'm going to put all thoughts of work out of my brain for 48 hours. I am going to drink alcohol, and converse online with my ex-sister in law, and go to cat council meetings, and review cat show bylaws, and generally do anything other than think about loans.
And I'm going to squee over vids like this:
Oh Benedict, never stop being gorgeous and dorky and just you.