O Joy! O rapture! Had me some credit to use up at my local DVD place, and I got me my Showgirls box set (not due out for a few weeks, I think). Showgirls is truly one of the worst movies in the history of the cinema but I want it as a lesson in bad everything. Also, the box, which is limited, includes your Showgirls shot glasses, Showgirls playing cards, a tutorial on lap dancing, a pin the pasties on the Showgirl game, including the pasties, and ever so much more.
Whatcha gonna do with dem pasties, mister?

DR Jane: re: litter box...I dunno. Jury-rigged the bag I needed to scoop into...used my body to stabilize box (after having put it on a countertop in the bathroom)...pulled and tugged and pushed. I got it done. Not without spills and one-handed cleanup after.
Yesterday, I had an overwhelming urge to clean my refrigerator. I did one heck of a super cleaning but have only vague impressions of actually doing it.
I'm surprisingly "sudden" when a thing pops into my head. I think it's the Vicodin!
This morning at 6:30, I had my bed stripped and sheets in the washer. Made up the bed, too. I'm stunned, but I dont feel helpless one bit!