Well, it looks like I'll be getting pet rats sooner than I'd expected. Yesterday James and I went to visit my dad and Dawn for a little bit, and when I told him I was getting rats after Christmas when I could afford a proper cage/aquarium for them, he wrote me a cheque for one as an early Christmas present. Woo! So tomorrow I'll be cashing that cheque, and then heading to the pet store for the aquarium. Whether or not I get the rats tomorrow depends on whether the store has some that I like, that are the right age right now or whether they've just sold them as snake food (grrr).

I'm so excited! I've been reading all about ratties online, and it seems their intelligence is easily equal to that of a dog, they're affectionate, they'll play with you, they like to be pet and scratched and whatnot, etc. And they're so cute. Just look at these little fuzzdemons. I can't wait!

Anyway, tonight I'm going to James' work's Christmas party thing ... it seems I have to dress up, which is tricky, since I don't really own any "special occasion" clothes. Oh well, I'll figure something out.

I can't think of anything else to write, but check out the guest entry I wrote for Crystal in the wee hours of the morning. Click here to read it.

Adios.

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