I was on community service this week. I call it community service but it’s in fact a chore wheel where the six flats in the tenement take turns in cleaning the common areas. I hate doing it more than I reasonably should. There’s no logic in my thinking, still, I can’t help telling myself, as
I was reproached (in the kindest manner) for posting heavy stuff on a Saturday morning. I shall repent and rectify. Here’s a cat.
Design IKEA Made in CHINA What the f*ck? Well *shrug* Glass is glass You drop it . It breaks . . Into millions Of shards . . . Except, I guess In CHINA There’re no unions
The cat is waiting for me to finish my shower, so she could jump right in and drink the soapy water, clearly not knowing any better.
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Experimental. Did you ever notice there was mental in experimental? Now you know. Here are my mental pills, mostly.
In the night, I listen to the sounds that the cat makes. It’s sort of soothing. Here are the sounds: Floor creaking: the creaky old floor creaks even when my light-weight cat walks on it. There’s an element of suspense because you never know where exactly she’s heading and what she’s up to. Radiator clinking:
My cat is sad because I can’t sleep, which is keeping her awake too.
I just arrived home after being the whole day on the go. That’s standard practice for most people, but for me, it’s an emergency situation. I fucking hate to go anywhere, the more so that it typically involves getting up at my usual bed time. I live in the middle of nowhere, so it takes
I’m overworked. No, really, I’m always overworked but now I’m acutely overworked. That’s why I thought that before resuming work, I could grab a blogging break. Not a break from blogging but a break to blog. You know, so I could feel guilty afterwards for not having been working. Overwork is an awesome way to
The cat ruined my cushion and fell asleep at the crime scene. She doesn’t get the concept of guilt.