I found a one-eyed kitten I wanted, but Doc said no. I know it killed him to deny that one. I didn't even show him the picture. It would have changed his mind, but would have seemed manipulative. and he thinks I do that enough, when I don't. Hopefully the Animal Foundation will have a holiday special and we can go and I can pick out a new cat to add to the menagerie.
I am now completely convinced that Windows Media Player is sentient and can read my thoughts, or at least my underlying mood. Instead of picking me up the last couple of days, my beloved play list has been feeding me sad stuff that pushes me nearer the edge. "Two Hearts Beat as One", that's a little better.
I haven't worked on my smashbook at all. all the stuff is sitting on top of the scanner. Just waiting for me to get inspired. and I feel like I'll never be inspired again. I look at the jewelry I've been selling on ebay and I wonder who made it. If it was me, how in the hell did I do it? I feel so detached from that part of me.