Of Maids and Men

The cat is dreaming on my laptop bag, moaning and talking in her sleep. She's making more sense than I am at the moment, as I'm vaguely delirious even now, after a very disorientated and fairly fruitless day (though I did smile a lot, and I figure that counts as positive activity). Can't manage to write a thing for tomorrow night, but finding plenty of words out of other people's mouths. Such as these:

'Being an old maid is like death by drowning, a really delighful sensation after you cease to struggle' -Edna Farber (1887-1968)

and

'Some of us have become the men we wanted to marry' - Gloria Steinam