Aug 27, 2006 23:16
I met a homeless man named Myles today. He was clean, didn't smell atrocious and was pretty sober. I told him I would bring him leftover mac and cheese in the morning. That means I have to do dishes and cook, which is exactly why I said I would do it.
Dolce misses me at home. She has so much energy when I get in that I can't keep up. I still think I sould get one more, but that just cements the fact that I'll die alone with 80 cats. Damnit!
Right, I need to try and eat something.