2003-10-30

It was 85� on Monday. It is 55� today. And I am always un-affectively dressed. The end.

There's a pug upstairs. I unlocked that entry just for you. He is cute. He is not cute when he comes down at 5am and turns over the garbage can, drags the remains throughout three rooms and follows up with a kitty litter denouement. We leave the back door open because of Little, my feral cat who loves me but won't let me touch her. It's a nasty situation.

Other nasty situations. There's a girl who works at the office we share our building with. She's a little slow, very friendly, super tall and kind of strange. I run into her a dozen times a day. Often in the loo.

You don't want to be trapped with this girl in a bathroom. In addition to the usual combustions at an unusual volume, there's hysterical laughter, toilet paper rolling across the room, the stall door getting the shit kicked out of it and, when it's all over, her peering over the stall and saying hello.

This happened twice to me today. In fact, it was about the most eventful thing that did happen.

And now, because I have nothing else to say, is C*lyde just about to fall asleep: