so let's catch up. mike and i got into a huge fight that after a couple of days of me needling him, he got physical with me. according to doc's mandate, mike is moving out next weekend. we already have another roommate lined up. mike is a hateful sociopath. well, he can't be both. but he's hateful acting.
i slept in my own bed last night. i'm thinking i'm going to finish some more coffee, sort through my emails, and take a nap. i don't know if i'll go to bed to do it. hee. nice to have the option.
the big tv that mike gave us is dead. i destroyed it rather than give it back to him. and he called me a whore for using it. fuck him up the ass. or rather, with the fake vagina he left behind in his closet. fucking loser.
i thought i would write a ton, but i'm just too wired to concentrate. plus i'm worried because doc for some reason left the front door open last night, and i can't find simon.
oh yeah, simon is ragdoll. he wasn't answering to ragdoll, but answered right away to simon. he's shaved from the shoulders back. if he's run away, he should be easy to spot, but catching him again is going to be hard.
to be fair, there's a hundred million places he could be hiding right now, we'll see him when he's ready. the other cats are just in awe of the new space. they just keep wandering around, looking in cabinets and sniffing everything.