why stuart? why?!

from what i can see it's because he's only getting fed once a day.

but fatty needs to calm down. i mean, i'll bow to his terrorist piss tactics until we get into the new place. but then i will just throw tubby outside if he can't keep his eliminations in the kitty litter box.

and today! he's been laying under the desk, again battling ennui. i don't understand. literally just yesterday he was happily playing with the other cats and smiling and purring and letting himself get pet...and now, he's an existentialist again.

what's most disturbing about this is the whole "pets take after their owners" thing.

but i guess i knew that i was moody..at least in my present version.

i stayed up all night last night, i couldn't sleep at all. so it was especially stressful to have to pull up a hunk of floor and sleep on that. it made for really weird dreams and also, i think my hips are all fucked up now. there must be concrete under this carpet or something.

tonight, though, i have freshly cleaned sheets/blanket/air mattress, two magnums of kirin ichiban and nyquil to make sure i get to sleep before sun up.

i must start on Project: Jessica V.3 tomorrow. so what i will do when i get done writing here is bid sweet kafkawastherage goodnight, and then lay in bed mentally listing the qualities that jv.3 should possess.

and then i'll wake up, take a walk (i've already decided jv.3 has a "regimen"), and get started!

and that's that.

also: i tried to sign up on this anime porn site tonight and it was so complicated with it's 100000 pop up secret passwords and club handshakes that i immediately unsubscribed (incredibly easy to do considering the hoops you have to jump through to subscribe.

i'll have to rely on my wicked awesome imagination, i guess.