Slept poorly last night. Too excited about the five dollar dvd player. Visions of Swedish porn, German folkdancing, and documentaries about sausage making in Luxumbourg, robbed me of my rest.
Bought groceries after work. Pop Tarts are on sale. Purchased a big ass box of Honey Nut Cheerios, which will give me a big ass if I don't watch out. Got some soy milk. I try not to drink real milk because, well, it's gross to think about where actual milk comes from. Or have you not heard the truth about where milk comes from? The milk you drink doesn't come from humans at all. It comes from animals such as cows, goats and possibly even chickens. Chicken milk is very expensive, which is why you don't see it in stores very often.
Visited Patricia for a spell. She was lethargic. She bought me a bag of cat litter today. Well, it's not actually for me. It's for Newbie. I just want to clarify that.
(Have I ever told you about the time a cousin visited us, back when I was in junior high? Scarred me for life. If you want to hear the story of that, then please post a comment to this blog post.)
Came home. Tapping away at the keyboard for a spell prior to transcribing for an hour max before calling it a very early night.
I think Newbie has a deviated septum or something. His breathing is pretty noisy. Just one deep sigh after another. Or maybe he's just impatient with me over something. Hard to tell with cats.
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