San Francisco: Cat, 1; Adriane, 0... one last time.

That's a very misleading title. I've still got a good 44 hours in this city; I'm sure my cat will find a way to put me in my place at least once more before I go.

I'm pretty sure that this blog is already ridiculous, so I apologize if you were looking for quality and somehow stumbled across this. (And just how did you do that, anyway?) I think it sounds good if I say that this blog is probably about parallel to quality: the two may never intersect. Nonetheless, I will try to explain some things about my quality-adjacent blog.

Fact 1: The line "Yeah, baby, we're going ABROAD!" is from America's Next Top Model. I'm pretty sure it's cycle 10, because I think I can hear it in Anya's vaguely deranged voice (EDIT: right cycle, wrong girl; it was Katarzyna). Or maybe I made the whole thing up. Either way, probably something I'll regret later. If I get around to it.

Fact 2: I chose this background because I think it would make a great Snuggie. My secret Snuggie desires are so hard to repress sometimes. That was a terrible background. Here, have some squiggly lines.

Fact 3: I am lying in bed right now, consumed by nausea and covered in a cat, less than two days before my nervewracking first-ever jaunt outside the country. Mostly, I'm terrified of flying, so let's all give Lost a big round of applause for having a major impact on my life (besides all the withdrawal symptoms... someone ask Damon Lindelof when the internal cardiac bleeding is supposed to let up).

Fact 4: That said, Finland is kind of my childhood dream. This should explain a lot about me.

So... there. As soon as I can get up from under this cat, yeah, baby, we're going abroad.