Boy, I've been in such a funk lately.

I just have no energy.

The crack I've been smoking just doesn't have the same kick anymore.

I read all those Romance books and I don't think I enjoyed them, but I did shave my legs today and I sat on the toilet when I peed. The Librarian for sure thinks I'm Gay now, I picked up Christopher Lowell's, If You Can Dream It, You Can Do It: Dream Decor on a Budget It's a New book on Interior Decorating, The Symbolist Tradition in English Literature:A Study of Pre-Raphaelitism and Fin de Siecle by Lothar Honnighausen and the Navy Seal Handbook.

My cat (boy, that seals it! he's Gay!) well, not my cat, the neighborhood cat, he so funny, he does this thing where when a nice warm car pulls up to park, he runs and jumps up on the hood to get warm. He has to get there fast, cause all the other cats in the area have learned this trick too. Well, this morning about 5:30AM it was real cold when I came back to park, but I had just pulled in from a few blocks away, so the car wasn't even warm when I parked. So here he comes and he jumps up on the hood, hits what he thinks is gonna be a nice butt warmer, but it's wet and cold. He slides around, gives me a real weird look through the windshield and jumps back off and runs away. When I got out of the car, his ears were all back and he was actually pissed at me. Like I didn't warm the car up for him on purpose. I bet in the morning there will be cat crap on my Welcome mat.