Cats in the Apocalypse

I slept something over twelve hours tonight, and woke up about a quarter of an hour ago. Right before I woke up, I dreamed about cats in some sort of an apocalypse. Pet cats, and they were running away from their owners. With their rugs. My brain is so weird. Then I woke up and found that I have that Christmas song with the pears stuck in my head. So now I put on some Grateful Dead, and I'm having breakfast and trying to decide what to do with my weekend.

Because, you see, my life is so geeky that my computer games are compromising my BSG marathon. *Nod* I really do love BSG, though. Even if watching 4-5 episodes in a row nearly makes my heart pop with nervousness.