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Jun 07, 2010 10:21

I am alive. Barely. I somehow managed to make it through my entire eight hour shift at work... on only one hour of sleep. Chugging Mountain Dew on the way to work helped.

No FWS. Sorry.

I need to clean my room. Actually, I need to throw out half a ton of stuff. Ugh. Some days, I think it would be easier to just move the stuff I want to keep to a new place and then burn this one. OK. Not really. I don't like fire like that. (We're just good friends but that's all we'll ever be.)

You know you have way too much on your plate when you have to write a "To Do List" and one of those items is "Meditate". Yes, I have that on my list.

I don't practice transcendental meditation... more like accidental meditation.

One thing I have learned so far, you can't meditate with a cat on your lap. Just when you're really getting into it, the cat will do one of these things: twitch, stand up, claw you, or fart. These are the same reasons as to why you cannot sleep with a cat on your person.

CAT STORIES:
OK. I used to have this flaky, black and white cat named Ewok. One night, JE spent the night in the living room, sleeping on the floor. In the morning, he wouldn't get up, so I put Ewok on his back. The cat promptly put a forepaw on each of JE's buttocks and began making biscuits. This is the same cat that I used to wear as a stole. (My uncle Billy had a cat named Wookie.) Ewok is the cat that my aunt Sam came to see after he was neutered and declared that he was "declawed, deballed and DEpressed". (He was declawed by his previous owner - NOT ME! I don't agree with that.)

meditation, cats

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