Anyway, I'm still alive. I've been reading "American Gods" and playing Harvest Moon and The Sims on PS2. I got a new job working with fire cleanup, and it's only 3 or 4 days a week, which is nice. I got to clean some My Little Pony playsets at one house.
I watched "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" the other evening, and I couldn't look at my rats the same way for the rest of the night. I wonder how many people who named their rats Scabbers looked at them rather suspiciously after reading the book and/or watching the movie. Yes, 12 years is a hell of a long lifespan for a rat. What I'm wondering is how Peter Pettigrew morphed into a rat and somehow kept his clothes on so they morphed back with him, but then they fell off when he turned back into a rat. Hmmmm.