Idle thought from this morning with seventeen pounds of cat lying beside me

You can never have too much kitty.

Unless you have, like, forty cats and your house gets condemned. Then you probably have too much kitty.

Damn.

Another day, another broken promise...

What the hell is this?

I'm curious, so I'm going to see what happens to it.

"May you live in interesting times." -- ancient Chinese curse

Enough with the drama.

I am so tired of the drama. I am so tired of being Soap Opera Girl. I am so tired of waking up and wondering what crazy shit is going to happen today.

I know some people think I encourage the drama, but I don't do it intentionally. I'm so tired of my life attracting chaos. We've been through this, remember? I'm a Taurus; I crave stability.

I want a nice normal boring life. Boring has to beat this.

The cat is taunting me.

This morning Sam, my landlords' kitty tub of lard, was lying on my bed trying to bite me while I petted him, so I started taunting him: "I'm smarter than you!"

Then I got to thinking:

I'm constantly tired, constantly hungry, and constantly broke.

Sam sleeps whenever he wants, eats whenever he wants, and generally lives in the lap of luxury.

I think Sam is laughing right now.