Saturday, February 26, 2005

spacious accomodations, not much of a view. Pathogens welcome?

This insidious rhinovirus has almost finished moving to my chest from my head, where it spent all day yesterday happily clogging up my nasal cavity. What's more fun, blowing your nose all day, or coughing all night?

Thursday, February 24, 2005

JUST SETTLE DOWN AND GO TO SLEEP YOU LITTLE BASTARD

Any one want a little white mouse?. Quashe, or, as I've been calling him lately, "you little bastard" has been a huge nuisance lately.

All freaking night he's making some kind of noise chewing on his box or banging something against the side of it until I start feeling violent--violent against a helpless tiny mouse. That's great.

So I made him a new home in a larger box (the same box that Suzin used to transfer him to me, and that, apparently, originally contained a parachute?) and still, all he does is try to escape. I dunno what's wrong with him.

So from time to time I let him run free around my room, but that makes me nervous because what if he starts chewing on stuff or I step on him or he gets away and I can't find him? Then I go to catch him again and he runs away.

And I'm feeling sick today. And because of this little bastard I'm not getting any sleep. I'm thinking maybe if he wants to run away so bad, maybe I should just let him.

I hope this blog doesn't turn into an all "me and my mouse" journal. Oh well, at least I'm actually posting.

Monday, February 14, 2005

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Happy "Mom Bought Me Chocolates" day!

I spent the day outside with a shotgun looking for flying babies carrying bow and arrows.

To everyone who reads this post, Please know that I love you.

Saturday, February 12, 2005

Delayed Cognition

It's almost a cliche: something happens to you and you immediately start thinking about the blog post you're going to make later. With me, I'll have an idea--deep, deep, down in my mind--and immediately make myself stop thinking about it, and try to file it in "ruminate later". Like a cow. But with thinking instead of chewing.

This is indicative of how I write. As I put down the words, I'm also refining the idea as I understand it. I think this has to do with my hatred for doing the same work twice. If it isn't a learning experience, I won't put in the effort. Once I've walked a particular mental path, why go back again?

This is probably why I often neglected to do writing assignments in school. Simple regurgitation of ideas doesn't do it for me. On essay tests I spend half the time just thinking about the subject, and half writing the actual essay. That's if I remember to keep my eye on the clock.

Maybe I value the thought process more than whatever wisdom it produces. The conclusion of my train of thought is often forgotten, and I find myself retracing my steps to find it again. This is why I think I should write more. If I record these crazy ideas, maybe they'll amount to something. At least, maybe I can have the rewarding experience of reading it later and seeing how wrong I was.

Sick Kitty

I'm sad. Roger showed up today with blood on his nose. He's foaming at the mouth and breathing strangely, and when I picked him up, I noticed he's much lighter than normal. Come to think it, we haven't seen him for a few days. I don't know what to do! This sucks.

Saturday, February 05, 2005

O Laquashe, you're my best friend.

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Who relies on me more than you?
Who else's life am I a bigger part of?
If I died tonight, who would suffer more?

You are always here when I want you, because I keep you in a cage.
You'll never leave and have adventures on your own.
I don't feel bad, though,
because if I let you go, you wouldn't survive.
So you belong to me.

And I belong to you:
I provide you with all the fresh food, water, and bedding you need.
I protect you from Roger, and from Momma Cat, and from all harm.
All I want is for you to be happy.
A sunflower seed is all it takes.
So honest and so simple. So easy.
And yet,
Are you aware of what I do for you?
Do you even know that I exist?
Is your tiny mind capable of caring?
You'll never do a thing for me.
It doesn't matter.
You're my best friend.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

Muchos Anteojos

I tried these on,
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And I thought these looked pretty cool,
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But I decided to get these:
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