I am le tired ("So take a nap. Zen fire ze missiles!"), and while I did manage to get out and acquire Red Bull for the morning, I completely spaced on acquiring catfood. I love my cats dearly, but I am just too beat to hell to summon up the energy to go out yet again. Plus, the best I could do at this hour would be Iams from the Safeway hell and gone from here; I could maybe force myself to stumble down the block and get catfood at the corner store, but it would be bad dry catfood in a small overpriced box, and I'd rather not inflict that on the beasts of the house.

miss_education was over here helping me with some javascript foo, and we have come up with a name for the canned tuna that one feeds the cats when one is too wiped to go acquire proper catfood: the Tuna of Desperation. Well, hey, at least they like it.

And according to miss_education, it beats the alternative that her roommate has come up with in the past: pouring a big bowl of dry kitty treats, calling her up, and telling her, "Kitty's having Doritos tonight. You might want to get some more catfood." I cannot stop laughing.