May 10, 2005
I Was Gone! I'm Back! Gotta Run!
Great weekend. Not too many stories; just lots of dozing, driving, and deer. Antique shops with fedoras, bars and gas stations that haven't changed their decor since 1982... great stuff. To postpone - or hopefully avoid altogether - the dreaded post-holiday-weekend guilt trip, I have covertly tricked my psyche into magically metamorphosing the stray elements of guilt into a rock solid Equation of Justification, which I cannot share with you because, duh? hello? "Covertly tricked"? Alright, fine. I'm too busy to think up something clever right now. That's why. Stick it.
In other news... Solomon is now safely, although not-so cozily, nestled in the steel entrapment that is his temporary home at The Cat Doctor on Water St. Yeah, they gave him a blanket and all that bullshit, yadda yadda... Maddie cried when we left and would not be consoled by anything less than cherries and cookies at the County Clare, which I duly administered. The blood that was streaming down my arms and chest after this carrier-less adventure has finally coagulated, resulting in a dazzling array of punctures and slices this flesh ain't seen since the psych ward. Iggy would be proud. I would like to also thank the manufacturers of Volvo station wagon interiors for making a vinyl that, twelve years later, can still withstand the fury of one freaked-out pussycat. For a scrounging, scavenging, curtain-shredding little tumbleweed of piss 'n hairballs, I sure do miss the little feller. Asshole.
Dishes: Check.
Take out the garbage: Check.
Get some sleep to prepare for the rest of the list tomorrow, which includes mandatory relaxation bath to calm nerves about impending article.... Check.