Muffins has MRSA?

I feel like a death row prisoner who only has a few more days until his meeting with the electric chair. Except that in my case, the electric chair is the plane back to AZ. There's really nothing for me to do right now except sit at home wallowing in my dread. Much as I've been bored out of my skull the past week, I really have enjoyed being home where all of the streets are familiar, where the food is legitimately food and having enough time to do what I want to. There's just something about being able to sleep in my own bed (and have it not be a million feet off the floor) that is incredibly comforting. I also very much like this whole no classes thing.

So this morning I logged onto the upstairs computer and looked through all of my files - music, old essays, pictures, fanfic (ugh), poems, stories, all of it. And I floored by what has changed and what has not. I've been writing poems on that computer since eighth grade, and I don't hate the poems I read (the short stories were a different matter...I shudder to think that I thought they were good...). But holy cow, was I prolific. I had over 40 bits of ficion, poetry, fanfic, etc. And even though they weren't all good, I miss being at a place in my life where I could just sit down at a computer and pour my heart out and have it turn into poetry. I really miss that.

So guess what - you could be in danger of getting a horrible disease from your cat. No, not the dreaded cat flu (does that even exist?) but something infinitely more worrisome and deadly - MRSA. That's right. Your trusty puddle of fluff may be harboring a methicillin resistant strain of staphylococcus aureus. Now that's something to make you a little bit wary.