2/08/2005 10:09:57 PM
Life is hard sometimes. Work stuff is kinda not working out how I would have liked best. I am tired a lot. I got money troubles. On the plus side a new bed is being delivered tomorrow for my flopping pleasure. I have this vision of coming home from work and curling up in my brand new bed and bed set and sleeping like a kitten. I doubt very much that will happen though... the cat litter boxes are still in there for one thing. And I haven't cleaned them in a loooong time. It's poop city.

I am getting less fat again. Not slim mind you, less fat. I dumped about 30 pounds since Nov. My fat cat is on a diet too... it doesn't feel so cruel if I am enjoying the torture as well. He was getting bald spots on both sides of his shoulders from over grooming that one place. I think because he couldn't really reach anywhere else. He weighed 28 pounds and was built like a tipped over beer keg with sticks for legs, 'nuff said. I haven't weighed him but I think he has lost around 3 pounds maybe? He is getting less taught and tubby, more droopy. Poor little sugar.

I walked to work and froze like a turd. It's still frosty and glittery and beautiful in the morning. I had my little MP3 player and the bitter cold didn't feel so bad. It's so dark and lonely walking at 6am, it feels like the most beautiful solitude I ever have anymore. That's not a bad thing, but it's a fine balance between solitude and isolation, so I would rather be swarmed with lovey sugars than alone in the frosty dark. I think if I could weed out all the douch bags I am forced to interact with in social settings like work and *gasp* outside... I'd be set.

I haven't seen my little beat up orange tabby cat who squawks and squeaks and looks so happy to be so frumpy and broken, curled up under a tree, in a few weeks now. Hope he was okay. He was in terrible shape, but super sociable, so I think not a stray, probably a cat with a home who spends a lot of time out doors defending his territory. There are a lot of those guys around here.

I could go on about cats for several more paragraphs, my outside guys were having a party or some crap, they all appeared except for Little Sneakers, even the now rare Tennesee Tuxedo made an appearance. What a treat...

I have been fighting off a death cold, well more like turning green and dying while it mowed me over, for over a week now. The final chunks and slime coats are making a break for it... and I think I can start breathing again.

I saw in my maneki neko site guestbook that some 11 year old says she used to like my page but now it is boring and plain. Ummm... did you like it when you were a zygote, but now that you are a sophisticated 11 year old it seems so lame? Christ it's like Meggie all over again!

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