I do not know how, when I feel so dead otherwise, I can worry enough to run out of my chair and stick my head out the window to see if my cat is alright. Cat has bleddy nine lives, I shouldn't worry. Got nothing else to do but feel my heart leap up to my throat ever time I hear cats caterwauling. Or dogs dogerwauling. Am I blogerwauling? Maybe I am ( Read more... )

Do not stand at my grave and weep ( Read more... )

Ok. Today I'm bluuuuuuuue and not the nice kind either.

Blabbitybounce, today it's 'splotch' right at the bottomest pit I can find. Might feel a tad bit better if I could bury myself in sand and leave just the eyes popping out like a Flounder.. preferably with the option of sinking the eyes in too.

What a soup I'm in.

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