Adolescent cravings

You remember how, when you were a teenager, there was always some weird kid at parties who ate candlewax...?

Yup. Barry. It's official: my cat is a weird party animal, chowin' down on the bathroom candle-drippings. Nom nom nom.

In other news...

He also likes meringue, but that makes sense to me. The sugar aside, it's all egg-white, and we've already established that all my eggses r belong to him.

Meanwhile, I have no voice this morning. None at all. I don't really feel ill, I just can't speak. Either it's packed and left because it can't handle all the stress, or I am in fact incubating something that's coming through in single spies, rather than battalions. Either way, I coulda done without this. I need my voice; I have a party to go to later, people to charm with gay insouciance, etc. Also, Barry is a conversationalist.