On clogging, mullets, and sadly, kitties who are not here

So, I've been around. I mean, not here - as you've probably noticed. I've been continuing to miss my kitty (that will continue for awhile, I think), finding an apartment (which I have decided to make into a sometimes/when I feel like it apartment), contracting the pneumonic plague (not really, it's just a nasty cold/cough), throwing in a 3-day panic attack for variety, and clogging.

Let's see, the clogging was Saturday. I was walking through the lobby of the theater where we would be performing later, and someone in the crowd was all, "There goes one! Oooooh, I'm starstruck. I love cloggers." I said, "THAT is hilarious," and then floufed along on my merry way. Because it's difficult to do anything but "flouf" this type of outfit:

I'm the one that looks like, well, me. I'm kind of in a row by myself. Anyway, during our last routine, they announced that we were going to "dance into intermission", meaning some people in the audience would be getting up and running around during the performance. My partner decided that that was rude, and he contemplated flicking a booger at anyone who left. I decided that I'd rather throw monkeys, except I didn't have any monkeys. All I had were cloggers, and none of them were light enough for me to throw. Oh well, it was a thought.

Oh, and backstage? There was a guy with a MULLET. I adore mullets, they amuse me so. So a stagehand had a mullet, and there was much giggling.

Then I had a three-day panic attack, which was not fun at all. But my doctor fixed it. And then I went to see my psychiatrist, who decided that I'll be "an excellent physician". Yay! I hope he's right. I told him that I'd try my best (along with lots of help from God) as long as I could manage to quell my panic. He said, "'Quell my panic', that's good." And then he wrote it down.

I still miss my kitty. I keep seeing him everywhere. I can't believe he's gone.